Janet placed their two empty flutes on one side of the tray and picked up two full ones. Again she grazed the server’s nipples with a flirty gesture. This server did not flinch either, but continued to smile back at the two of them.

Tom looked around the room. The crowd had probably reached 30 people but he still didn't see Melissa.

“I wonder where Melissa is.” He said to Janet.

“I don't know. She's really missing some good stuff here.” Janet replied. “Plus, we really could use some artwork at the office.” She laughed. Tom laughed too. The idea of this type of art being displayed at his company would never have been accepted.

They walked along, following the general circulation of the guest. The next photo was in a landscape orientation. A woman was hogtied, hanging face down suspended by a mass of rope joining her hands and feet above her, behind her back. A few wraps of rope around her head and across her open mouth formed a gag. Her head was held up by a rope that connected to the back of this gag and ran between her ass cheeks, down between her legs, and under her towards her breasts. Her breasts were spectacular. They were very long and pendulous. They hung with the grace and experience that comes from having been pregnant a few times many years ago. There were multiple bands of rope wrapped around each breast, cinching the skin narrow at each band and causing the flesh to bulge out between bands. This elongated her breasts. stretching them down, and pointing her thick dark nipples at the floor below. A piece of black taped ran from each eyebrow down to each cheek, hiding her eyes.

“I know what it feels like to have my small breast tied tightly.” Janet said. “Those wraps must have made her breasts feel so hard and swollen.” She spoke with a mixture of awe and jealousy of the model’s body and endurance. Tom liked hearing about Janet's interest in the images. He tried to discreetly shift his growing hard-on from his left pant leg to his right.

Janet noticed his struggle and smiled at him.

“Have you had enough, or shall we continue?” She asked him, trying to add a little embarrassment to his situation.

“We can continue.” He said, sipping his drink. She tugged his chain and steered him towards the next photo.

The next image was of a very limber woman in a confined closet, like the kind found at a hotel. She was standing on one leg, the other leg was raised up at her side so that it ran up against her armpit, placing her foot in her hands which were high above her head. It was like doing a split while standing on one foot. There were ropes binding her thigh to her upper torso, both above and below her bare breasts, causing them to push forward. Her knee was bound to her neck, and her ankle to her forearms. The camera angle was slightly from one side, showing her pussy lips parted and her exposed vaginal opening facing sideways. Her naked stretched body formed a narrow column, over six feet tall. A white satin mask covered her eyes.

Tom leaned in towards Janet. “You do yoga, right? Can you do that?”

“I haven't tried that one. I might need some help.” She replied.

“I would be happy to help.” He said.

A woman next to them tapped Tom on the shoulder. “Excuse me.” She said. “You look very familiar. Do I know you?” Tom looked at her and her date. He didn't recognize either one of them.

“I don't think so.” He replied.

“Oh. I just realized it. We saw your pictures.” The date added. Tom was puzzled.

“That's right. Melissa sent us some pictures.” She started to pull out her phone. That's when it hit him. Tom froze and turned bright red. “I have them right here.” She gestured to her phone.

“Oh yes. The pictures.” Janet joined in. “I took those.” She claimed with gleeful pride.

“You took them? Oh wow. Lucky you.” The woman continued. “That must have been fun.”

“Oh, it was. We had a great time, didn't we honey?” Janet tugged Tom's chain behind his back as a cue to respond.

“Mmm Hmm” Tom barely uttered, melting with embarrassment.

“What's that dear?” Janet asked, jerking his chain harder.

“Yes. Yes we did. Have fun.” he managed to say out loud, hoping not to release his plug right then and there.

Janet, the woman, and her date all had a little laugh as if Tom wasn't even there.

“Well, we enjoyed them very much. Those pictures have gotten us worked up on multiple occasions. I hope you will send along more in the future.” The woman winked at Janet.

“I certainly will. Thank you.” Janet replied.

The woman gave one last wink at Tom, took her date’s hand, and continued to stroll.

“I guess you have a fan club.” Janet said to Tom. “I'm so proud of you. We certainly wouldn't want to disappoint your fans.”

Tom downed his glass of champagne. He was going to need a few more of those to get thru the evening. He didn't know what he was going to say when he saw Melissa, but she was not going to be forgiven easily.

Janet handed him the rest of her glass and pushed him towards the next photo get his mind back in the room.

The next one showed an older woman who looked like she had been caught in a spider's web of rope. Her limbs were all tied to the web as if she had just given up a struggle to escape. There was a white scarf tied across her eyes, that matched the white wavy hair flowing from her head, and a small patch of white pubic hair groomed high on her pubic mound. It caught Tom's attention that while her face and hands showed her advanced age with wrinkles and slightly weathered skin, the woman's small breasts looked surprisingly smooth and firm. Her labia were also beautifully formed and free of any blemish. Tom had always thought that a person's body would age similarly all over, but he had never seen an older woman nude before. Boy was he ever wrong. The contrast of her wrinkled face and hands to her smooth firm breasts and vulva proved to be surprisingly erotic. His mind finally let go of the ice cream pictures embarrassment and he focused on the surprisingly sexy woman in the photo.

After a moment he noticed that Janet was frozen, staring at the next image. It was a tall woman tied like a marionette, with ropes suspending her from every joint. She was posed in a very awkward position, like an Olympic runner frozen just as she was jumping over a hurdle. The camera angle provided a view of her full round breasts beneath a raise arm. While maybe a C cup in size, her breasts were much larger than the typical Olympic athlete. Her long legs were stretched one forward and one back, putting her vulva into the position a gymnast achieves when doing a front-to-back split. It had both a spreading effect on her labia as well as pulling them tight. While what little labia minora she had was hidden inside her smooth slit, her clitoris was very generous in size and protruded at least a half inch from her body. There was a ring running horizontally thru her clit hood, resting right on her clit. Her sandy blond hair was in a tight French braid that was tied with a short black satin ribbon. Another ribbon was tied across her eyes, Tom eventually saw what Janet had seen. He recognized the model. It was Melissa.

The two of them stood there silently for a moment, studying the contorted body of their close friend. It was Tom's first time seeing Melissa naked, and it was wonderful. Melissa was tall and lean. She was fit and her muscles were nicely toned. Her skin looked smooth and soft, covering a firm core. Both her pose and the one silver ring in her clit hood brought attention to her incredible clitoris. It was thick where it protruded thru her labia, and then tapered to a rounded point of delicately detailed flesh.

Tom spoke first. “Her clit. It's… so…”

“Oh, I know. I know it is” Janet cut him off with an air of authority and admiration.

“And that ring?”

“Oh, yes. Her ring. It is fun. She says it dangles on her clit all day. She blames it for her constantly being horny. Maybe blame is the wrong word. More like credit “ Janet looked around, expecting Melissa to be lurking in the crowd watching them. “Where could she be?”

“I don't know.” Tom replied, “but I do know this. That photo would look great on my livingroom wall. How much do you think it costs?”

Janet let out a small chuckle.

Just then a gallery worker stood up on a small stool, rang a bell, and proceeded to make an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming tonight. I am pleased to announce the first piece of art to be sold.”

A gentle applause broke out across the room and everyone turned to see which one it was

“Now, if everyone could gather around I will explain how phase 2 of the show will work.”

The crowd of about 50 people drew closer to the speaker to see which photo had sold, and to hear what she meant by the term phase 2.

The photo that sold was of a girl about 30, in a very symmetrical pose. Her legs were tied out horizontal to her sides, putting her into a beautiful left-right split. Her arms were also horizontal, out to each side, parallel with her legs. Her skin was covered with light freckles as redheads often are. Her body was voluptuous and rounded in all the right places. Her freckled breasts had large pale areolas, with an ever so slightly inverted nipple in the center of each one. Even in the black & white photo the shade of her pubic hair was clearly understood to be light red. It had been trimmed off her thighs at her bikini line, and then straight across to exposed her smooth vulva. In keeping with her curvy figure, her hair covered mons pubis was quite bulbous and pronounced. Just above it she had a simple silver belly button ring. Below her mons, long inner labia dangled down from her spread wide and smooth vulva. The split position of her legs caused her two labia to hang separately, clearly showing each wrinkle, fold, and scallop along their generous surfaces. On her head, long red hair was in braided pigtails, which had been pulled across her eyes and tied back to the opposite ears.

Tom caught Janet rocking side to side again, her bell faintly ringing. His own arousal was growing too, and he felt a drop of precut start to roll down the front if his thigh.

“Phase 2 begins when each photograph is sold, and will last exactly 30 minutes.”

The attendant motioned to her assistant, a young man wearing the standard white vinyl speedo. Unlike the champagne servers, this guy’s arms were free. He took hold of the edge of the wall panel that the photo was hanging on, and began to walk. The wall panel rotated about a center pivot and the photo disappeared from view. The back of the wall panel now came into view and the audience gasped and shrieked with delight as it drew to a stop.

There before them, where the photo had just been, now was the same model tied in the same position, suspended from brackets mounted to the wall. She was breathing deeply, and tried to resist displaying a nervous smile. Her eyes were covered by her own braids just like they had been in the photo, so it was very much a voyeur experience for the crowd. After the whispers died down and a second round of applause ended, the gallery attendant continued.

“The person who bought the photo will be issued a golden clothespin. They may now place that clothespin anywhere on the model’s body. There is no other contact with the model, only attaching the clothespin.”

The new owner, a distinguished gentleman, carefully opened the clothespin, pushed it to the models left areola, and let it slowly close on her nipple. Where it had been inverted and shy, the nipple was now squeezed and forced forward by the clothespin. The audience let out moans of aroused approval regarding his choice of location and technique.

“I have ten more plain clothespins. For a standard $20 charitable donation each, ten of you may also place a clothespin on the model. Once these ten have been placed, no more clips will be added. However, in exchange for anyone making another standard donation, they may step up, remove a clip, and place it somewhere new on the model's body.”

The crowd let out a collective “aaahhhh”, eager to participate.

“At any time the new owner may remove and replace the golden clothespin free of charge. The 30 minute timer for this model begins now.”

Tom and Janet looked at each other with broad devious smiles. They were well acquainted with the fun of clothespins. In fact most everyone in the room shared this devious expression. They all watched as people close to the front paid their donations and started placing clothespins. The model sucked in her breath and tried to remain calm every time her sensitive skin was surprised by the sharp pinch of a clip. After those ten were placed there was a pause in the action while everyone stood back and admired their work.

The owner stepped up, removed the golden pin from her left nipple, and replaced it under her arm just outside of her armpit. The model sucked in some air as the blood rushed back into her nipple. It remained erect and proud, tempting the next guest as an easy target.

Another guest then gave a donation, removed a plain clip from the girl’s labia, and reset it on the underside of the girls breast. The breast was round and full, making it difficult for the clip to gain purchase on the taut surface. After a couple tries, it finally managed to gain a grip on a very small pinch of skin. The model emitted a faint welp.

Tom and Janet turned back towards the photo of Melissa. The overall group had dispersed throughout the gallery with a new found enthusiasm for the art. There was now an attendant at each photograph, ready to initiate phase 2 when needed.

Tom approached the attendant next to Melissa’s photo and inquired about the price of the photo.

“Each piece on display tonight is ten thousand. That includes delivery to the framing shop of your choice.”

Tom nodded with a smile and returned to Janet.

“10k. I think I'll have to pass at this time.” He whispered to her.

“Especially when we can enjoy her in person any time we want.” Janet replied.

A bell rang and people all turned and looked to see which one had sold. It was the dark skinned man stretched like an “X”. His fans were gathering, eagerly awaiting for the wall panel to rotate. As he came into view they squealed with excitement. A small group of white haired grandmas lined up get their clothespins ready. The new owner placed the golden pin on the man's left nipple. He did not flinch at all. Then the women descended on him.

Over the next few minutes they managed to plant all ten clips on the man’s penis. Six of them were on his foreskin, circling the tip like flower petals. The other four had found just enough skin to grab among the underside. With each poke and pinch his penis had twitched, slowly rising forward and up. It was swelling too, and pulling his skin taut, causing the clothespins to slide. They remained by barely hanging onto a tiny bit of skin.

Another bell rang, and those not already fully engaged with a model turned to see. The wall rotated, revealing the woman who was hog tied, with black tape over her eyes and bands of rope wrapped around her long, pendulous breasts.

The attendant then did something new. He brought out two empty champagne flutes and placed them on the floor under the model. After checking the position from a few different angles he returned to his position at the side. It soon became clear why this was done. Drops of white milk formed at tips of her dark nipples, and fell down into the glasses. This brought a collective “oooohh” from the spectators, watching with fascination, waiting for every drop to fall.

Janet slid her hand into Tom's front pocket, grabbed his hard cock and squeezed.

“You like what you see?” She asked.

“Oh yes.” He replied.

“Is she making you ...thirsty?”

“Very.” He said.

Janet gave Tom's cock a couple gentle pulls, certain she was coaxing a few drops of precut from the tip. Then she withdrew her hand and went to fetch them fresh drinks, jingling her bell as she walked.

Tom returned to the photo of Melissa and noticed a young couple talking with the attendant. They looked at the photo, then back at each other for more whispering. Eventually they stopped talking, kissed each other, and nodded to the attendant. The attendant rang the bell and proceeded to push the wall.

Janet returned just in time to see the bound Melisa come into view. A broad smile came over Tom’s face upon seeing her in this situation. Melissa had always held a roll of power and authority over Janet and himself. Now she was bound and strung up like a marionette, on display for all to see and inspect. She was blindfolded by a black satin ribbon, reinforcing the fact that she was not the dominant tonight. Melissa was about to be on the receiving end of the devious crowd’s clothespins.