Art On Display

She stands in the middle of the room as people move about enjoying themselves. Her arms strung up above her, simultaneously showing the length of her body and pulling her breasts higher on her chest. The cold metal of the spreader bar attached to her ankles in stark contrast to her flushed skin. Poised between her lips, as if it always belonged, a ball gag to accompany her other accessories. Both breasts bearing jeweled, dangling nipple clamps combined with a matching clip, exposing her clitoris. Although small, each inspiring quite an elaborate atmosphere. The final piece to her wardrobe, her favorite of all his ties, a dark teal, silk fabric, secured over her eyes, magnifying her vulnerability.

Compliment after compliment quickly being shared as the party attendees stop to admire the room’s centerpiece. He stands and watches from afar as pride begins to well up inside of him. So many wishing they could touch what they can now only savor with their stares. He occasionally smiles to himself when hearing partners whisper of how they’d make use of her if given the opportunity. However, remarks and wishes remain bound among fantasy as the velvet ropes create a barrier to signify she is art on display or rather, his art on display.

All of this, she accepts with such grace. She welcomes her position in the room as she knows it brings him great pleasure. Although she is unable to see him now, she is always able to discern when his eyes are on her. The connection between them so very essential to who they both are, who they both have become. She feels his gaze now and shifts to garner his praise by displaying elegant posture.
All she is and all she does is to bring her Master pleasure. In turn, she is fulfilled.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b6sxj5/art_on_display