After a long moment’s pause, I replied, “Filled me in? I’m not too sure.”
“Well never mind. You are our guest tonight. Come here, my dear,” she said looking at Belle.
“Yes, Mother,” she stepped down from her platform. She gracefully floated 5 steps and stepped up to the other platform. She turned and faced me and said, “I call her mother but we are not related. I was an artist displaying my work in the plaza. She passed me many times going to and from the market.
“One autumn day she passed by earlier than usual and saw me rolling my bedding. She paused and asked me where my paintings and sketches were. I told her they would be out before she returned.
“‘I want to study them more closely,’ she said nodding as she went her way. I set up my easels and leaned pieces against the wrought-iron fence as usual. By the time she returned the sun was dropping behind the buildings. I was shrugging in my shawl and thinking about putting away my wares and finding a warm place to sleep, but I knew she would come back so I waited.”
Lilith continued the story, “By the time I returned, it was getting dark. She was wrapped in all her clothes shivering. ‘I saw where you sleep. Where do you paint?’ She said, ‘Here and there; I try different places, different scenes, different light.’”
“I told her I have some spare rooms where she could sleep and draw and paint. She said, ‘Really?’ I replied, ‘It’s true, let’s gather what we can carry; I will call my assistant, Robert, to fetch the rest.’”
“The rooms you see in the shows tonight, she designed and decorated. She has helped me transform my raw concept into a new kind of performance art.”
“Tonight, you are with us creating entertainment for ourselves and the few who join us in the theatre. Some will only see what we show them; some, like us, get more.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the projector was showing another room with a threesome in some strange contorted chain connecting mouth to mouth, genital to mouth, and genitals to genitals.
Lilith reached to the table on her right and took a necklace with two loops connected at a common clasp. As she began to lower it in front of Belle’s neck the show resumed from our room, showing a side view from a high angle. The inner chain was made of broad, flat links and fit like a choker. The outer chain had somewhat more open links with two decorations hanging a few inches apart from the center. She closed the clasp and whispered —but not too softly— “shall we let our guest do the rest?”
“Yes, Mother,” she said as she stepped down and walked toward me. I could see the dangling adornments were clamps. I could also see they didn’t reach the center of her breasts. She stopped before me, bent her waist slightly and took my hands. She raised them and placed them on her ribs just below the small, firm mounds that are her breasts.
“Don’t worry, I made this necklace for myself. Pull down one clamp and attach it to my nipple then push up the other breast until the nipple meets that clamp. It’s fine, you’ll see.”
I did as she asked. I pinched her right nipple gently between my left thumb and index finger. It was already erect. I took the nearest clamp and squeezed it open. The spring was surprisingly strong. I watched her face as I let it close. Her breathing quickened and she bit her lip against the rush of signals from that tight bundle of nerves. I held her breast cupped in my palm until her breathing regained a more normal pace.
She turned to her right slightly, bringing the other breast near my face. I cupped it and kissed and licked the aroused nipple. From this angle I could see Lilith on the screen watching our progress. I took the other clamp in my right hand and squeezed it open while pushing upward. I released the clamp and she gasped. Lilith smiled, knowingly.
Belle adjusted the chains to balance the tension on her restrained nipples then knelt down in front of me. “Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, “just very aware of my every nerve. Now you just sit here and let me serve you.”
The high camera was now following the action from behind Lilith. I could see Belle’s naked form kneeling before me, open-shirted on the end of the bench.
She leaned forward and undid my belt. She lowered my zipper, opened the button and eased out my cock. She cradled it between her hands, her fingertips near the base and the reddened head in her palms. She blew cool breath on the tip. She giggled and said, “Oh!” when it flinched slightly.
She kissed him then put her hands on my knees and pushed herself up. She lightly drew her fingers up my torso through my parted shirt. When her hands reached the top of my chest, she spread her hands and pushed the shirt over my shoulders.
She straddled my legs and lowered herself onto my lap. As she leaned forward to kiss me, I felt the cool steel of her chain and the cold skin of the taut nipples it restrained.
I also felt the moist heat of her labia as she slowly slid along the length of my shaft.
She whispered, “what do you think?” as she continued lubricating me with her hot juice.
“I have never experienced anything like this. I mean, I never had an audience during sex, never had a woman, what did you say? *serve* me. And her —does she just sit there and watch?”
“Mother does more than watch. She’s the director.”
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