Tom received a postcard in the mail advertising a charity fundraiser being held at an art gallery the following week. Normally he would have tossed it as junk mail, but this had a hand written message at the bottom.

"HOPE YOU CAN COME, MELISSA."

The postcard had a hole punched in it with a small piece of string tied to it. The picture on the front was a close up of a hand with a piece of string tied in a bow on one finger as a reminder. Written on the hand in pen was “it's not just a reminder, it's your ticket to get in.”

Later that evening he showed it to Janet, who said she had received one too. They decided they better go since Melissa had invited them.

Tom was a little nervous. It would be his first time seeing Melissa since Janet had sent her the ice cream pictures. Tom and Janet had started referring to that day as the ice cream Incident.

The day of the event Janet showed up at Tom’s house a little bit early carrying a small box.

“It came in the mail today. It's addressed to both of us, and the return address is Melissa's office.” Janet pointed out.

Tom cautiously cut the tape and opened the box. Inside the very elegant packaging they found two shiny metal butt plugs. Attached to the handle of each plug was a 12” long piece of beaded chain with a jingle bell on the end. One plug had a small bell and the other had a big one. There was a short handwritten note inside. “I’M LOOKING FORWARD TO HEARING YOU TONIGHT. -MELISSA”

Tom looked up at Janet. A smile crept across her face. She suspected this was going to be Tom’s first time using a plug.

“Go get a bottle of olive oil and a couple paper towels.” she said to Tom.

Janet went to the sofa and laid down. Then she pulled her legs up and rolled back until her ankles were near her ears and her bottom was aimed straight up at the ceiling. Tom came back and sat down beside her. Her short dress was already exposing her ass, and she was not wearing any panties. Tom opened the bottle of olive oil and looked at Janet’s waiting ass. She started flexing her sphincter muscles. She alternated bearing down and clenching, causing her crinkly ring to extend and retract, over and over. She instructed Tom to carefully poured a couple drops of olive oil right in the center of her pucker. At first the oil pooled in her little pink ring, but after a few rounds of flexing it was clearly being drawn down into her rectum. He added a few more drops and watched as it slowly disappeared.

“OK. I’m ready for my plug.” Janet said.

Tom decided to give her the one with the small bell. He held it by the handle and gently pushed it against her glistening sphincter. Janet kept flexing her muscles up and down as Tom pressed it into her. After a few flexes it easily glided into her ass, right up to the handle. Janet let out a relaxing sigh and then stood up. The bell hung down between her legs, at her mid thigh. She then pulled her dress down and straightened it out. The dress just barely hid the bell from view.

“Your turn.” she said taking the olive oil from Tom.

Tom removed his pants, and then removed his pink lace thong. Janet had a good smile when she saw him in the pink thong. Tom assumed the same position and started flexing his butt muscles. Janet had made it look so easy. Eventually he got into a rhythm and Janet started adding drops of oil. She made him go for quite awhile telling him that he was new to this and she wanted to get some extra oil inside him. Eventually she put down the oil and gently inserted the plug with the larger bell. Tom let out a soft gasp as the plug found its home.

“That is so much bigger once it's inside. Melissa really wants us to wear this all evening?” Tom expressed with concern.

“She does, and from the looks of your growing hard-on I think you're going to enjoy it.”

Janet handed Tom's pants to him. “You can skip the thong tonight.” She said while tossing it on a chair. “If I'm flying without a safety net so are you.” She smiled with pleasure, knowing that Tom was going to be nervous all night fearing it would fall out in public. Janet knew from experience that was not going to happen, especially with a plug this size and Tom's virgin bum.

Once dressed they walked around to test the bells. Janet's gave a soft ring every now and then, and she could easily reach it just above the hem line in the back of her little black dress. Tom’s however could not be heard. Janet thought for a moment then asked Tom to unzip. She reached down the back of his pants and pulled the bell up out the back. It just reached above his waistband and hung down to the bottom of his belt. Now it could be heard a little bit, and within easy reach it could be rung by hand too. Janet left his dress shirt untucked to hide the dangling bell

“I think this will work. “ she said while loosening his tie and rolling up his cuffs.

“It's not a business meeting, it's an art gallery. You need to look casual.”

“Thanks.” Tom replied. “An you need to look…” He trailed off.

“Ready to be fingered?” She offered with a grin and a courtesy.

Tom pulled her in for a kiss, and slipped his spare hand up under the front of her dress and diddled her hanging labia.

“Yup, that will work.” He said. She gave him a wink and they headed to the car.

They parked and each tied their piece of string from the postcards around their fingers. They walked into the building and were greeted at a reception desk. They each held up one hand showing the string on their finger.

“Welcome to Gallery Z.” The woman said. “The exhibit is right this way.” She motioned to a red velvet curtain hanging in an archway. “The prints are all for sale by the artist. Any additional donations will go to these local charities.” She gestured to a list of organizations posted in the wall.

“Please no photography in the gallery. Enjoy your evening.”

Tom and Janet thanked the receptionist and headed to the exhibit. Janet had her arm around Tom's waist, and was able to give his chain a little tug as they walked.

On the other side of the curtain they found themselves in a spacious reclaimed warehouse. White wall panels had been added to display the art, but the industrial steel structure was still visible overhead, Standing right in front of them were a guy and a girl offering flutes of champagne. They both looked like college students with beautifully fit bodies. For what little they were wearing they were dressed alike. They wore a white vinyl speedos that were small and tight. The girl showed a well defined camel toe and the guy’s endowment was clearly displayed, both in size and position.

Their arms were folded behind them with their forearms bound in a white vinyl sleeve that created a very upright posture and slightly pushed their bare chests forward. They each had a silver tray in front of them that hung from a strap around their neck and a belt around their rib cage. They stood barefoot and motionless with a slight smile, although they did make eye contact with the guests as each glass of champagne was lifted off their tray.

Tom took a glass and gave the girl an approving nod and a “Thank you”.

Janet picked up her glass in such a way as to lightly graze the girl’s nipple with the base as she lifted it off the tray. The girl did not flinch in the slightest, but continued to smile. Janet assumed she was not the first guest tonight to make “accidental” contact with the perky young nipple.

Tom could hear a faint ringing from Janet's bell as they began to walk. There were maybe a dozen or so people in the gallery, only a fraction of what the place could hold.

The art exhibit consisted of 10 very large black & white photographic prints. It was clear why Melissa wanted Tom & Janet to come. Each image was a life size print of a person tied up in bondage. Each print was of a different model, in a different position. The only details they had in common were that every model was blindfolded in some way, and they were tied up using a natural fiber rope. Aside from those few details, a wide variety of body types, ages, races, and lifestyles were represented.

Janet held her champagne in one hand and wrapped her other hand around Tom's waists. She slipped it under the back of his shirt tail so that she could tug on his plug chain anytime she wanted to get his attention.

They stepped up to the first photograph. It featured a slender woman hanging by her wrists, with her legs raised up and tied to her arms so that her vulva and anus were exposed wide and aiming directly at the camera. Faint wisps of thin dark public hair stood out against her smooth skin. The wisps started up on her public mound, ran down both sides of her outer labia and thinned as they encircled her anus. She had a horizontal barbell piercing thru each of her small dark nipples. A narrow leather belt around her head ran across her eyes. It was the very definition of exposed and vulnerable.

“Are you getting any ideas? Janet asked Tom with a wink.

He smiled back at her. “I think I need to brush up on my rope skills.” He replied.

Janet tugged on Tom's chain as they walked along to the next photograph. This one showed a very athletic man with dark skin. His arms and legs were pulled out in all directions forming an “X”. His head and groin shaved smooth. His skin had been misted all over with water drops, glistening on the surface, accentuating the contours of his muscles and tendons. Rope cuffs held him at his wrists and ankles. In contrast to his strong masculine darrk body, a white lacy pair of panties were doubled up and wrapped around his head covering his eyes. His penis was impressive in size. It hung down, but a little forward, clearly engorged, and ready to be raised with the slightest provocation.

Tom could see Janet's attention was focused on the man’s primal tool. While Tom was not physically attracted to the man, there was an appreciation of sexual power that could not be ignored. The man was both powerful and submissive at the same time.

They overheard some other people talking about the style of the rope work. They used the phrase “Shibari Suspension” to describe the art. This was new to Tom, but he certainly liked what he saw.

Tom felt Janet rocking side to side a little bit. Her feet were a shoulders width apart, and because he knew what to listen for he could hear her little bell bouncing off each inner thigh.

She turned her head to Tom, bit her lower lip, and raised her eyebrows.

“You like this photo?” He asked.

Janet slowly nodded yes.

“It… speaks to you?”

She nodded yes.

“You find it… pleasing?”

She nodded yes,

Janet turned and drew Tom to her for a hug. He felt her arm between them and realized the hug was just for cover. As she released him she lifted her hand up and ran a wet fingertip around the rim of his glass.

“I am wet, and my glass is empty,” she said, then licked her own fingertip clean.

Tom's cock was swelling, and without his usual thong to hold it he was certain the bulge in his left pant leg was noticeable.

As they stepped towards the next photo they passed another young woman with a tray of champagnes mounted to her front just below her bare breasts. This woman's breasts hung a little bit lower, and gently rested on the tray along with the glasses. Tom finished his drink, taking extra care cover the full distance around the moistened rim of the glass. Janet's natural juice was a wonderful companion to the champagne.