The new owners conferred with each other and then the woman attached the golden clip to Melissa's left nipple. She took her time pressing the clothespin sufficiently deep into Melissa's areola, making it clear to the blindfolded model where the clip was going to be placed. When the woman felt it was positioned correctly she slipped her finger tips off the end of the handle, causing the jaws to quickly snap down on the erect nipple and eliciting a sharp inhale from Melissa. Tom thought that was a particularly cruel technique for applying a clothespin, and made a mental note of it for future use.

“Ouch.” Janet whispered.

Tom turned to Janet. “Shall we purchase some clothespins?”

Janet pouted innocently, subtly gesturing to her skin tight dress and lack of purse. “I don't even have ID on me.” She whispered.

Tom smiled in appreciation of her traveling light, and checked his wallet. “OK, I can get us 4 clothespins, or clothespin moves.” He stepped to the front and managed to get the last two clothespins from the attendant. Tom handed one to Janet. They stepped up to Melissa and pondered the opportunities with the other guests.

A young man placed the first plain clothespin on Melissa's other nipple, an easy choice. Now with both of her breasts tagged, attention drifted lower.

The second was clipped to her clit ring, gently pressing on the forward face of her prominent clitoris.

Melissa's mouth was slightly open due to her deep breathing, and the third clip was placed on her lower lip. This turned it out and down, setting her up for risk of drooling.

The fourth & fifth clips were both added to the clip already on her clit ring. The cluster of three clothespins now dangling down, pulling the ring and her hood a little bit more.

The sixth clothespin was placed on her belly button. It grabbed the lower rim and the weight of the clothespin rolled it out and down, just like the one at her mouth.

The seventh clip was pushed into her inner thigh, and slowly released. Although this area was not particularly private or naughty, the skin was obviously soft and tender.

The eighth clip was able to grab a small patch of skin where the armpit meets the underside of the upper arm. Melissa's toned body made this difficult, but with a little effort the guest succeeded.

Janet then stepped forward. She squatted down so that she could look up at Melissa's vulva. The natural shape of her labia were slightly distorted by the hurdle jumping position in which Melissa was held. While this caused much of her skin to be pulled taut, it also created a few wrinkles to form near her joints. Janet reached up and lightly poked her clothespin at an area that the rest of the crowd could not see directly, but they knew all too well. Janet's clip found purchase on a little fold of skin that had formed between the vaginal opening and the anus. This area was usually a smooth valley, but a temporary wrinkle had formed due to the present circumstances, and it presented an opportunity that could not be ignored.

By the response in Melissa's breathing she could not ignore it either. With what little range of motion she had she rolled her pelvis in hopes of easing the sting. It did not help. It did however cause the cluster of clips hanging from her clit ring to sway back and forth. It was clear that both Melissa and the crowd enjoyed this.

As Janet stood up, the bell that had been discreetly resting on the floor between her feet was raised up. It briefly caught itself on the bottom edge of her dress, giving Janet's plug a pull, but then the the bell jumped loose and disappeared out of sight. Janet's sphincter muscles had prevailed, much to her relief, but an obvious jingling had rung out. While everyone heard it, only Janet and Tom knew exactly where it was coming from.

Now standing in front of Melissa Janet noticed a slight smile turn up at the corners of Melissa's mouth. Janet rocketed side to side gently with her legs apart, causing another ringing, although softer than before. Melissa's right thumb raised slightly, indicating that she had heard the bell and approved.

Another loud bell rang across the room signaling another art purchase, but Tom and Janet kept their attention on their captive friend before them. There was still more work to be done.

Tom managed to attach the last clothespin to Melissa's right breast, just below her areola. It wasn't easy, but he convinced a little bit of skin to enter the grip of the clothespin. He stepped back and everyone admired the fully clipped model. She was well decorated and looked absolutely stunning. It was as if she had been frozen in mid jump, and annotated like a diagram in a medical textbook. Points of interest on her body were flagged with clips to draw attention, as if explaining some unknown relationship between them.

An older woman stepped up, handed the attendant $20, removed the clip from Melissa's underarm, as added it to the cluster hanging from her clit ring. This caused the cluster swing, and to pull down a little more. The next 4 guests all paid to move clips from elsewhere on Melissa's body to her clit ring. Each time they added one to the cluster Melissa rolled her pelvis slightly to make it swing and bump against her swollen clitoris. Melissa's clitoral hood was now being stretched out even longer than her clit. The crowd loved the involuntary rocking of Melissa's hungry pelvis.

Tom paid another $20 and Janet stepped forward. She studied the model and the crowd eagerly awaited her next move. Janet reached down and pulled the clothespin she had placed earlier from Melissa's perineum. This was not a gentle release, but a slow pull so that the clip dragged off the edge of her delicate skin. Melissa sucked air in thru her teeth to manage the sting. The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, acknowledging the cruelty of the action and the enjoyment of the crowd. Janet paused just a moment, then reached up and gently inserted the open clip, one side into each of Melissa's nostrils. Janet gently let the clothespin bite down on the cartilage of Melissa's septum.

The audience giggled and applauded this move. This location did not cause any significant physical pain, but it was tremendously humiliating. That clip had spent the past 10 minutes clipped to Melissa's perineum, and now it was in her nose.

Janet swayed side to side, letting her bell bounce back and forth between her sticky inner thighs. The soft ringing sound let Melissa know who was standing in front of her. Melissa raised her middle finger ever so slightly in response.

Tom paid his last $20 and removed the clip from Melissa's belly button. Aside from the clip in her nose, all the rest were hanging from her clit ring. Tom decided she need to split her focus more and chose to place his clip on one of her nipples. There were still bite mark indents visible on the skin of her left breast, so he chose to work on her right side. He squeezed the clothespin open and pushed it deeply into the flesh of her areola, one jaw on either side of her nipple. He held it there letting Melissa know exactly where the clip was going to land. Then, in much the same way the owner had placed the first golden clip, Tom let his fingers slide off the end of the handle and the mouth of the clothespin snapped closed on her nipple.

Melissa let out a stifled welp, which made Tom's cock jump. He was turned on by her wince, and felt overall Melissa was doing a very good job accepting her submissive situation. Another drop of precum trickled down his leg.

Tom returned to Janet's side and they sipped their champagne. They were both satisfied with their participation in Melissa's performance art. They were also a little tipsy from the drinking, and incredibly horny. Both of them were leaking sexy juices due to being overly aroused for hours. They expected they would get little sleep tonight.

The attendant rang the bell and rotated the wall panel. Melissa disappeared from view and was replaced with the black and white photo of her. Tom and Janet assumed that people were back there helping Melissa out of her bindings. That's when it hit them. They had just spend half an hour tormenting, teasing, and pinching Melissa all over her exposed body. They had enjoyed making her cringe and wince. Melissa knew Tom and Janet had been in the crowd, responsible for at least some of those stinging clips. It could not be avoided; there were going to be repercussions. And while Melissa could be a compliant submissive when she wanted, she could also be a demanding dominant. Much of what she had done to control Janet and Tom's sexual adventures so far had been rather passive in nature. She had presented them with obstacles to prolong their budding intimacy. Melissa was certainly capable of being more active and involved if she wished, and now she had just cause.

Tom and Janet strolled around the gallery, looking at the other models enduring their clothespins. There were easily a hundred people in the room now, and the sexual energy in the air was strong. Couples, trios, and larger groups were openly flirting, discussing their experiences and desires. The slightest piece of furniture introduced into the situation would had set off an unstoppable orgy. The crowd enjoyed riding the fine line between sophisticated decorum and chaotic debauchery.

Tom felt less embarrassed about his erection visibly pressing forward against his pant leg. The small wet spot on his pants that had formed just below the tip of his cock did not need to be hidden. He held a certain pride in physically responding so clearly to the evening’s entertainment.

Janet was also feeling more confident about her state of arousal. Her nipples continued to fluctuate between visibly hard and secretly soft as she overheard conversations around them. The wetness originating from between her labia was collecting at the lowest edges, and with every step her thighs squeezed together and spread it around. Her inner thighs were now slippery, and she did not know how long it would be before Tom would be able to see a glistening shine just below the hemline of her dress. She wanted badly to share her present condition with him, but knew the longer she waited the more there would be to play with. She was sure the car ride home was going to get messy.

About 15 minutes after she had disappeared, Melissa walked out from behind one of the wall panels and into the gallery. Janet saw Melissa first and jerked Tom's chain to get his attention. Melissa was walking with the red haired model with the braids. They were both dressed in classy, sexy attire, and easily blended in with the crowd. As they walked around the gallery some of the other guests recognized the two of them and stopped to congratulate and thank then for the show. Eventually Melissa noticed Tom and Janet, and brought the red haired girl over to meet them.

“This is Janet I was telling you about.” Melissa said, tipping her glass slightly towards Janet.

“Nice to meet you.” The redhead said, extending her hand and gently shaking Janet's.

“We enjoyed your performance very much.” Janet replied.

“And this is Tom.” Melissa said.

“Ah yes. Tom. The one from the pictures. He does photograph well, doesn't he.” The redhead said to Melissa as if Tom was not even there.

Tom's face turned warm, too embarrassed to speak once again.

“You've been working with them for how long?” The redhead asked.

“About 4 months.” Melissa answered. “Just some simple stuff so far. There is still quite a bit of work to do.”

Janet and Tom exchanged nervous looks. Melissa and the redhead were talking as if Tom and Janet could not hear them, and apparently, as if they were Melissa's personal property. This type of objectification turned Janet on immensely. She could feel her own nipples hardening, and knew they were now poking visibly out against her little black dress. This was quickly noticed by the others.

“As you can see, Janet still lacks a certain amount of self control.” Melissa explained, tapping Janet's right nipple with her champagne glass.

“Ring your bell for us.” Melissa said, looking straight at Janet.

Janet obediently widened her stance and shook side to side.

“Louder.” Melissa demanded.

Janet shook her hips more vigorously and bounced up and down. The bell jingled loud and clear.

The redhead chuckled and then they both turned to look at Tom.

Tom shook his butt awkwardly but no sound came forth. Melissa shook her head in disappointment.

“Turn around.” she instructed him.

Tom turned around, Janet lifted his shirt tail and gave his chain a little shake.

“You were right about using different size bells.” Melissa said to the redhead.

“Thank you.” The redhead answered. “But the pants are rather unfortunate. I had not envisioned them as a part of the ensemble.”

“I agree.” Melissa replied. “We'll fix that shortly.”

Tom and Janet exchanged nervous glances. Clearly Melissa had plans for them, and the redhead knew all about it.

“We brought you a souvenir from this evening.” Melissa said, and nodded to her friend.

The redhead pulled from the cleavage of her dress a clothespin. Janet’s heart raced and she instinctively rolled her pelvis forward and back in arousal.

“May I?” The redhead asked Melissa.

“Most certainly.” Melissa replied.

The redhead reached forward and gently rolled Janet's left nipple between her finger and thumb, twisting it around and around. It was erect and eager to be touched. The redhead gave it a couple of very hard pinches and watched Janet try to stifle a squeal. Then she placed the clothespin on Janet's nipple with the clothespin sticking straight out. Even though it was over her dress, it was obvious to anyone that the clip was firmly gripping her hidden nipple. Janet sucked in a breath thru her teeth and accepted both the sting residing on her hidden flesh, and the embarrassment of wearing a clothespin in public.

Melissa and the redhead both smiled and looked at Janet for a moment, sipping their champagne.

Then the redhead withdrew another clothespin from her cleavage and turned to Tom. Using her fingernails she scratched at his chest until his small nipples hardened and stood out. She gave him few hard pinches too. Tom did not hide the feeling well at all and let out an audible gasp. Melissa shook her head in disappointment, and the redhead landed the clothes pin on him in the same fashion as Janets’s.

Tom stood there, motionless, obediently being the object of their enjoyment.

“Very good. Now you both have a little something to remind you of all the fun we shared this evening.” Melissa said.

A soft round of polite applause arose from a small crowd of guests who had noticed this exchange and had gathered around to watch.

The feelings of embarrassment faded away as Tom and Janet focused more on being the obedient submissives for Melissa.

“Well, I must be going. Do let me know if you need any more help. I'd be happy to lend a hand.” The redhead said. “I mean it. I'd be very happy to help you.”

“I certainly will.” Melissa replied with a broad grin. “We will be in touch soon.” She leaned in and the redhead met her halfway with a small kiss. The redhead gave Tom and Janet one last look up and down, then returned to mingling with the gallery guests.

“So, you enjoyed putting clips on me this evening?” Melissa inquired.

Janet lowered her eyes and said “Yes ma'am.” Janet could feel her swollen vulva sticking to her thighs.

“You liked giving me a little sting in delegate places?”

“Yes ma’am.” Janet answered.

“I didn't hear you.” Melissa directed at Tom.

“Yes ma’am “ he quickly answered.

“Yes, what?” She pressed.

“Yes, I enjoyed giving you a little sting in delicate places.” Tom dutifully answered.

“I see.” Melissa continued.

“And did you find it funny when Janet moved the clip from my taint to my nose?”

Janet stood motionless, head bowed.

“Yes ma’am.” Tom replied solemnly, with honest regret.

Malissa paused long enough for Tom and Janet to feel uncomfortable.

“I see.” Melissa continued. “Your honesty is noted. Shall we continue browsing the artworks?”

Tom and Janet answered in unison. “Yes ma’am.”

Melissa put one arm around each of them, and they proceeded to walk around, admiring the remaining models on the walls. Tom and Janet also received admiring looks from many of the other guests. On multiple occasions Melissa was stopped and congratulated on her work. Melissa also introduced Tom and Janet to the artist who took all the photographs in the exhibit. Melissa hinted that there would likely be photos in Tom and Janet's future, and the artist expressed interest in seeing any results.

When they had finished their tour of the gallery they found themselves at the gallery entrance. Melissa paused for a moment, then extended her hand out to Tom. “Your keys?”

Tom handed Melissa his car keys.

“Finish your drinks.” She instructed them.

Tom and Janet each finished the last of their champagne. It was probably around 5 or 6 glasses for each of them, and a slow swimming buzz had clearly taken hold.

“Alright, you two. It is time for us to go.” Melissa said. “But instead of driving you each home I've decided to take you back to my place. There are some things I've been wanting to try, and I think tonight is a good time to start. When we get home I expect your complete cooperation. Do you have any questions or concerns?”

Tom and Janet looked at each other. The fear of the unknown and the anticipation of direct intimacy with Melissa was very difficult to process on such short notice. They could respond only one way. In unison they answered “No Ma’am.”

“Alright,” Melissa said. “Now the fun begins.” She wrapped an arm back around each of her playthings, and the three of them walked out.

The end