Saturday 11 December 2010

The Redemption Ball

"I know I was wrong, but you know I can't afford to pay off
the judgment. What can I do to make amends and work again?"
"Chrissy, no one in town is willing to take a chance with
you again. NO ONE! You're a fine actress--a GREAT actress. But
you're simply too big a pain in the ass."
Mel Iberson was sitting across the huge office desk from
Chrissandra Melrose, known in the business as "Chrissy," one of
the biggest stars in Hollywood. A stunning blonde, she was
another Marilyn, but about twenty pounds lighter and with assets
like you wouldn't believe. She had been the brightest star on
the Hollywood sky, with seven roles to her credit, two of them
resulting in academy nominations. In the earlier days of her
career, she and Iberson had had a brief tryst, but it ended
quickly as she moved up the ladder of stardom, and no longer felt
she needed Iberson's casting couch. She soon revealed her true
colors. She was a consummate tease, and a real bitch, spelled in
all capital letters. The string of "perks" in her contracts was
growing exponentially, and her unpredictable behavior added up to
millions in cost overruns on every picture she had made. Her
last picture was with Iberson's studio. Halfway through the
shooting, Iberson and his studio had had enough. He sued--and
won fifty million dollars in damages from her. Both her career
and finances were ruined. No producer in Hollywood would give
her another chance. She was simply too risky and, for the
moment, was also a laughing stock. Now she was sitting in
Iberson's office with her attorney, Jason Roberts, in an attempt
to make amends. Iberson wasn't buying.
Her attitude was visible in what she wore. Iberson could
not help but notice that she wore a white cashmere sweater and no
bra. Her magnificent breasts filled the sweater nicely,
separating the knitted threads just enough to get a hint of pink
flesh and rosy nipples. Her skirt was about six inches below her
pussy, which Iberson knew was as blonde as the hair on her head.
She made no attempt to pull her skirt down as she sat, but her
legs were kept respectfully--no--denyingly--crossed.
"There must be SOMETHING I can do to change things!" Chrissy
wailed.
"You're too much of a control freak," said Iberson. "Until
you convince everyone that you can work within the bounds set by
the producer and director, and until you convince everyone that
you have some respect for others, you won't get a job. And,
incidentally, you owe me fifty million dollars."
"I can't pay. What do I do?" Chrissy held her head in her
hands, truly sobbing.
Mel looked at Chrissy's attorney. They looked at one
another knowingly, and Roberts winked at Iberson.
Mel, what about that new project I heard you were working
on?" said Roberts, slyly.
Chrissy looked up. "What new project? What is it?"
"It wouldn't be right for Chrissy," said Iberson. "It would
require her to do everything she won't do."
"Like what?" asked Chrissy, almost pleadingly.
"Well, it's a movie version of all three of the "Beauty"
stories by Anne Rice. It is about what happens after the prince
awakens Sleeping Beauty. Sort of a sequel to the fairy tale."
"It sounds great!" said Chrissy, exuberantly. What would I
have to do to star in it?!" she asked.
"I don't think you understand, Chrissy. The heroine is made
a sex slave by her new husband. She is led bound and naked
through the countryside, is screwed by more men than just her
husband, is publicly punished, and has to endure a host of
other indignities. It isn't your kind of movie."
"You're absolutely right!" said Chrissy, indignantly. She
quickly was reverting to her old attitudes. You know I don't do
nude scenes! And to be nude and bound--WELL--You're right. It
just isn't my kind of film!"
"Then I guess you and I have nothing further to discuss,
Chrissy," said Iberson, rising from his chair and offering his
hand in a farewell gesture.
There was a long silence in the room. Nobody said a word.
Both Roberts and Iberson stared at Chrissy. She quickly realized
what she had done.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Chrissy finally said.
"Yep, you did," said Iberson. "I know it isn't your kind of
film, Chrissy. But, on the other hand, if you did it, and did it
well, what better proof could you have that you had changed?"
"OK, I'll give it a try," said Chrissy.
"Not good enough, Chrissy. You have to decide now whether
you are committed to do this or not. We already have five
actresses who are excited about the part, and we are weeding the
list tomorrow. But if you pass the audition and still want it,
it's yours."
"What audition?"
"Well, we'll need some evidence that you're serious."
"What evidence!? I've told you I'll do it. Isn't that
enough?"
"No, frankly, it isn't. Before I invest millions in you
again, I need to know you won't back out a week into the
shooting."
"What do you want me to do?" she asked. Her hands were
clasped in her lap, her knees together, and her head was down.
Iberson had never seen her so submissive before. He and Roberts
winked at each other again.
"Every year there is an underground party given by most of
the Hollywood producers and their guests. Identities are
disguised so the guest of honor cannot recognize anyone in
particular. At this party, the wayward star is a guest of honor.
The star is given the opportunity to repent, and be re-admitted
back into the fold. The star's punishment is appropriate to the
offense he or she has committed on the Hollywood establishment.
I am in charge of the selection of the guest of honor this year.
We never have a shortage of potential candidates for the guest of
honor role, but I believe everyone would be most interested in
seeing you receive the honor this year. In order to get this
part, you must agree to be the guest of honor and be punished in
front of the other producers and their guests. We call it The
Redemption Ball."
"Just what will that entail?" Chrissy asked, still meek.
"Well, I won't tell you everything, but I will tell you
this. The part which you want requires public nudity, bondage,
and punishment and humiliation. You may consider this party the
audition for the part. You will be picked up by my limousine and
taken to the site of the party. You will be presented to the
assemblage for your punishment. Everyone producer in Hollywood,
and a few other people, will see how beautiful you truly are.
Before the night is over, they will also see how wonderful your
acting truly is--except you won't really be acting. You will be
punished and tormented. It will be a true test of your new
image, and whether you can do this part or not."
"I'll just ask you straight out. Will I be naked?"
"That is up to you. No one will touch you where you are
covered. Whether or not you are naked will be up to you."
"Will I be bound?"
"Yes, and occasionally gagged and blindfolded. It is
intended to be both an audition and a punishment. You may find
that you enjoy it, but that is really not the purpose of the
audition."
"Will there be sex?"
"I don't know what you mean Chrissy. Ask me directly what
you want to know."
Chrissy looked up, straight into Mel Iberson's eyes. "Will
I be tied up and fucked in front of everybody?"
"First, that would require nudity, and I've already told you
that that is largely your decision. However, would how
specifically I answered that make a difference in your decision,
Chrissy?" asked Iberson.
"I-I guess n-not," said Chrissy, her eyes again reverting to
their gaze at her lap. She never got an answer to the question.
Then she looked at Roberts and asked, "Is this legal?"
"No, but who's going to file a complaint? Who can prove any
of this? Are you being forced to comply with a condition? If
any of this gets out, will your debt no longer be owed? Will you
be able to work again by exposing every producer in Hollywood in
this redemption ceremony? Think about it, Chrissy. You've been
given a real opportunity here, unorthodox as it may be."
"I-I guess there is no other choice. I'll do it."
"Good," said Iberson. "The party will be two weeks from
tonight. My driver will pick you up in my limousine at 7:00 p.m.
sharp. You will wear nothing during the day that day. When you
dress for the party, you will wear only what you receive from me
the day before. Bring everything with you that you receive,
including the case containing the clothing. Any questions?"
asked Iberson.
"No, I guess not," said Chrissy, her eyes still diverted
downward. "I'll be there."
The day before the two weeks was up, a plain black suitcase
arrived at Chrissy's home delivered by Iberson's driver. On
opening the suitcase, Chrissy found a simple sleeveless black
dress and a pair of black pumps with 3" heels. In addition was a
black blindfold, a black ball gag, a pair of black fur-lined
handcuffs and key, a black leather collar, and a leash. The
collar was black leather, with a ring attached in both front and
back. Chrissy couldn't figure out the reason for the rear ring.
The front was obviously for the leash. The dress was cut on an
A-line motif, which meant that it would fit loosely. The wide
shoulder straps snapped to the front of the bodice, and a zipper
ran the entire length of the front of the dress. There was also
an ominous-looking douche and enema included. The instructions
accompanying the dress read as follows:

'Don't forget, Chrissy. Tomorrow, you are to wear
nothing all day. We don't want any red lines or clothing
marks on your body. You may put on the dress and heels no
earlier than 6:30 tomorrow night. Make sure your evening
toilette routine is completed before then, including the use
of the accompanying douche and enema bottles. Empty the
suitcase on the bed. Open the handcuffs and place the key
in the empty suitcase. Place the empty suitcase next to the
door and leave the door unlocked. Return to the bedroom and
put on the dress. After putting on the dress, put on the
collar and attach the leash to the front of the collar.
Place the open handcuffs in your lap. Put on the gag and
blindfold in that order. Finally, handcuff your hands
behind your back and wait for the driver to arrive to take
you to the Ball. I want you to get the feel of the role
early.'

Chrissy took out the dress and hung it in the closet. She
placed the suitcase in the closet until tomorrow, and headed for
the wine. She needed a drink.
The following day, Chrissy stayed in the house, nude, and
more than a bit apprehensive. Most of her day was filled with
the usual second-thoughts about what she was about to do. Try as
she might, she could think of no alternatives to going through
with Iberson's demands.
At 6:00 p.m., Chrissy used the douche and enema, showered,
and put on her usual make-up. A little after 6:30, she emptied
the contents of the suitcase on the bed and placed the empty
suitcase next to the front door, unlocking the door just before
returning to the bedroom. First, she donned the dress. It was
short, VERY short, just barely covering the cheeks of her ass.
The heels made her appear even more risqu . She sighed, and put
on the collar, attaching the leash to the front. Next, she put
the handcuffs in her lap, making sure they were opened wide, and
she put on the gag. The blindfold was next. The last item was
the handcuffs. She knew that if they went on, there would be no
recourse. She snapped the cuff shut on one wrist. Placing her
hands behind her back, she sighed, and felt the cuff tighten as
it snapped on her other wrist. Now she knew true helplessness.
She could only sit and wait in darkness for the driver to take
her to her fate.
It wasn't long before she heard the front door open. She
stiffened. Then she heard soft footsteps across the carpet in
the bedroom.
"Ms. Melrose, I presume. Come with me, madam." Chrissy
felt a gentle tug on her leash. She arose and followed the
voice, presumably that of the chauffeur. She was more than a
little embarrassed to be "handled" by a stranger dressed as she
was. Blindfolded, she couldn't tell if the skirt was covering
her pussy and ass or not. But regardless, she could do little
about it. Likewise, she couldn't tell if anyone saw her being
placed into the back seat of the car. The ride was rather long,
and the leather seats were cold against her bare ass. Chrissy
couldn't tell if the windows were tinted or not. She had no
choice but to let people look if she was visible. The
possibility of being seen in such a predicament would be little
embarrassment compared with what she knew she would experience
before the night was over!! Finally, the limo pulled into a
driveway and stopped. Chrissy was led into a house. When the
blindfold was finally removed, she found herself in an ornate
bedroom in front of Mel Iberson and a maid. She was still gagged
and bound.
"Good evening, Chrissy," said Iberson. "I assume you had a
pleasant journey. You have followed my instructions perfectly,
or so it would seem. But we must now make sure. Janie, please
remove Ms. Iberson's dress."
Janie moved toward Chrissy, who recoiled immediately.
"Now, Chrissy. Do you want to back out? Think of the
consequences!"
Iberson remembered full well the trim figure, the firm,
pointed breasts with their large, full areolae, the flat belly,
the wet pussy surrounded by a small tuft of blond hair, and the
trim, smooth legs. He remembered her legs did not quite meet at
the top, leaving her entire sex completely visible and available.
Her pussy lips always stayed partly parted, constantly revealing
her clit which, when excited, extruded from its covering hood to
be a quite prominently displayed feature! It had been a very
long time for Iberson, indeed. And she realized he remembered!
Chrissy regained her composure, and stood erect, legs slightly
apart.
Janie approached again and unzipped the zipper all the way
down. The dress parted, revealing Chrissy's rather pouty pussy
and clit. Next Janie unsnapped both shoulder straps, and the
dress fell to the floor. Chrissandra Melrose stood majestically
stark naked!! Iberson could tell that she was already excited,
whether her mind was ready to accept it or not. She could not
help but notice Iberson's licking his lips and staring rather
obviously at her charms. She blushed in shame and embarrassment.
"We need to rearrange your arms, dear. Janie, unlock her
wrists, please."
Janie unlocked Chrissy's wrists and removed the cuffs. She
"Please raise your arms, and place your wrists behind your
collar, ma'am," Janie requested politely, but unmistakenly
firmly.
Chrissy complied, and her wrists were reattached with
padlocks to the rear ring of her collar. Next, a short bar was
placed between her elbows and her neck, and was also attached to
the collar with a padlock by a small ring welded into the center
of the bar. The net effect was that Chrissy's arms were held
raised and well back, forcing her to keep her magnificent breasts
well out in front in a most prominent position, and available for
viewing or manipulation. She was well aware of the view she
presented!
"The new garment, please, Janie. You know how to arrange
it."
Janie placed a silk wisp of a dress around Chrissy. It was
strapless, covering her from the top of her breasts to halfway
between her pussy and knees. It was sort of a silk sarong, and
had a single tie at the top of the left side. She was open on
the left side, but otherwise appropriately covered.
"Remember, Janie, just one loop on the tie," said Iberson.
Janie nodded. Chrissy looked puzzled.
"I told you it would be your decision whether or not you
would be naked, but that you would not be presented to the guests
that way. You are covered. However, your "dress" has only one
loop in the side tie. You will be required to walk among the
guests. If you walk very carefully, it will stay tied. If not,
well, it may well come untied, and fall. The guests are not
allowed to touch you anywhere you are covered. However, anyone
and everyone is allowed to touch and fondle you in any manner he
or she sees fit where you are not covered. They may dance with
you or not, as they may desire. Portions of your uncovered body,
whatever they may be, are considered the public property of the
guests. If the dress falls, there will be no restrictions on
where or how or for how long any part of your body may be
fondled. Remember, your career is in their hands tonight, no pun
intended. Now you are ready to be presented to the guests. We
have kept them waiting long enough."
Chrissy now realized that it really wasn't any choice
whether or not she would eventually be nude in front of the
members and guests. She could only somewhat control how long it
would take to become that way! The intent was obvious. There
was no way the dress tie would hold for long if she moved at all.
And she had no choice whether or not to move among the members
and guests!! Chrissy shuddered and swallowed as hard as the gag
would allow as Iberson picked up the leash and gave her a gentle
tug toward the bedroom door. Chrissy followed, walking very
carefully. Janie stepped forward to hold the side tie closed as
Chrissy and Iberson stepped from the bedroom and went down a long
hallway toward an increasing murmur of the assemblage. Chrissy
was stopped short of a large door and turned around so she could
not see as Iberson opened it and reclosed it again. She heard
him address the guests as their murmuring quieted.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I hope you are all
enjoying yourselves this evening. As the chairman of the
selection committee, it gives me the greatest pleasure, as most
of you can imagine, to present our special guest for this year's
Redemption Ball. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you the one and
only, Miss Chrissy Melrose!"
At the announcement, Chrissy was turned toward the door as
it opened, and was led into the room by Janie, still holding the
side tie intact. Janie handed the leash to Iberson, let go of
the side tie, and abruptly left, closing the door behind her.
The guests applauded. Chrissy tried to recognize everyone, but
they all had masks which completely covered their faces except
for their eyes. There were probably 150 members and guests in
the room! Everyone was in formal attire, tuxedos and ball gowns.
It looked like a Mardi-gras party.
"We shall begin with the evening's festivities. For the
first part of the entertainment, Miss Melrose will circulate
among you, as is the custom."
Iberson unhooked the leash, and gently pushed Chrissy out
into the floor among the guests. They parted slightly so Chrissy
could walk. As she walked around the room, she could feel the
tie slip slightly. She tried to walk carefully, but her high
heels made it difficult. Then, about halfway around the room,
someone touched her right arm, and slid his finger slowly down
into her armpit. It TICKLED!! She quickly squirmed away, the
tie loosening a bit more. Then someone stopped her, holding the
bar so she could not move. Someone else slid a finger across her
left armpit, and down her exposed left side across the side of
her breast and across the side of her ribs. Not being able to
move away from the finger, Chrissy reflexly squirmed even more,
loosening the tie further. She felt the "dress" begin to slip.
She was released and made to walk again. Within about five
steps, Chrissy felt the tie come undone. With her arms bound
high as they were, there was no defense. In one movement, the
dress fell in a flutter around her feet. With the exception of
her heels and bonds, Chrissy Iberson, the penitent star, was
totally naked before the assembled members and guests!!
Chrissy had no choice but to continue to walk. She was
mortified with shame as the guests applauded and cheered. She
heard numerous comments like, "Can't wait to dance with that!"
and "How'd you like to suck those!" Chrissy knew what was in
store for her, at least part of it. She swallowed again as much
as the gag would allow, and marched on.
The music started. For the first time, Chrissy noticed the
combo orchestra at the side of the room as it began to play. It
took only an instant for the first member to take her naked body
in his arms and begin to dance. Couples everywhere began to
dance, but most of the eyes, male and female alike, were on
Chrissy and her partner.
The purpose of the Ball was to embarrass and humiliate
Chrissy. The males obviously would derive some sexual pleasure
from her humiliation, and perhaps some of the females were
lesbian as well, or at least bi. But the primary purpose was to
see this haughty bitch brought to her knees. To this end, the
party was going very well, indeed. And for this reason, no
female guest would object to her husband's dancing and fondling
Chrissy. In fact, they would encourage and welcome their
contributing to her debasement.
Chrissy's first partner didn't waste any time in continuing
her humiliation. She felt his hands across her back, stroking
gently. She could feel his hardness against her right thigh.
Then his right hand groped her left breast, and pinched her
nipple. Chrissy attempted to draw back, but he held her fast
against him with his left hand behind her back. He leaned down
and began to suckle her left breast as his right hand continued
downward to nestle itself among her pubic curls. His finger slid
between her pussy lips and began to flick her clit, then moved on
to bury itself deeply into her moist vagina. It slid in and out,
back and forth across the rapidly swelling clit. Being able to
see that everyone was watching, Chrissy was dying of
embarrassment!! She could not help but respond to the rapidly
moving torment, and was soon gyrating her hips and breathing
rapidly around, and moaning softly into, her gag. Just as she
felt the swelling climax, she was abruptly passed on to another
partner.
This time, her partner's right hand tickled her left ribs
and breast unmercifully! Chrissy squirmed in an attempt to get
away, but to no avail. She was held fast, and had to endure the
bizarre torment.
The next partner again slid his right hand to her pussy, and
again the finger went into the vagina. But he didn't move
either. He held her fast with his finger buried to the hilt.
Then, to her mortification, she felt a finger on his left hand
move between her buttocks, tickling her asshole!!. This finger
moved on to wet itself in her vaginal juices before returning to
her ass. She felt it enter her puckered hole slowly and
maddeningly! He moved to the side, so that all the guests had an
unobstructed view of his right hand finger in her pussy and his
left hand finger in her ass. He continued to make her move
rhythmically to the music. Again, just as she felt a swelling
climax, the partner withdrew and left her to another.
This time, Chrissy felt her partner from behind. He was
NAKED!! In her embarrassment, Chrissy had not noticed that most
of the guests, male and female, had removed their clothing,
except for their masks!! She felt her partner's hard cock
between her buttocks as he fondled both breasts and moved down to
her pussy. He continued to have her "ride" his cock to the music
as he moved his hands from spreading her pussy wide and flicking
her clit, upward across her belly tickling her abdomen and ribs,
to fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples! He never
entered her ass with his cock, and she was soon passed on.
Her next partner was a woman!! Chrissy was no lesbian, and
had never made love to a woman--had never even considered it!!
But now she had no choice but to allow herself to be fondled by a
member of the same sex!! The woman kissed her breasts and moved
down to kiss her abdomen. She continued down as Chrissy reflexly
stepped back into the naked body of another man! He reached
around and held her fast by her breasts.
"Spread your legs, Chrissy, and continue to move to the
music!" he commanded, whispering into Chrissy's ear. Chrissy did
not spread her legs. "Spread 'em, or we'll spread them for you!"
he commanded once again, more forcefully!
Chrissy complied, feeling a renewed rush of embarrassment
fill her face and body. By now she felt all tits and clit. Her
inner pussy lips were very engorged, spreading her equally
swollen outer pussy lips and exposing her clit fully. Her clit
was standing at full erection, testing the limits of its
constraining hood to the maximum. Her inner pussy lips were also
parted because of their swollen condition, and the inner pink
lining of her vagina was clearly visible. Now all this was
available to the dancing tongue of her first woman lover!!
Although she was completely humiliated, Chrissy found the woman's
tongue to be talented, indeed. It wasn't long before Chrissy
felt the familiar swell of a climax, but again, she was denied
release by being passed on to a new partner.
This time it was a male again, from the front. He was
naked. Chrissy was made to ride his organ as they danced. He
did not enter her, but the friction against her engorged and
exposed clit drove her wild. She gyrated disgustingly and
unashamedly as he slid in and out against the nub. Again, she
was passed on before the release of a climax could be realized.
Chrissy was near the point of begging for release. She was
completely and overwhelmingly sexually excited!! She had lost
most of her inhibitions by now, as if she had a choice! But she
also trembled at the thought of climaxing in front of everyone.
She knew full well how she acted with complete abandon when she
had a hard climax, and realized how humiliating it would be to do
it while bound and on full display as she was! She also realized
that eventually she would be forced into a hard, humiliating
climax tonight, but it would be when they pleased, not when she
pleased!!
The dancing continued on for about an hour. Chrissy was
manhandled in every possible way by both men and women, except no
one entered her pussy or ass with sex organs. Fingers and
tongues, however, were plentiful. She was kept constantly on the
brink of climax, but never allowed to actually reach the
pinnacle. Then, the music abruptly stopped.
"Ladies and gentlemen! I believe Chrissy has received
enough pleasure for the evening. I suggest we move on to her
punishment," she heard Iberson say. Everyone clapped, and
Chrissy was removed to an adjoining room. Everyone followed.
The central point in the new room was a small stage, about
two feet high and only large enough to accommodate a strange
looking set of devices. There was a sort of small bench arranged
like a cross, with the center section rather wide and short
compared to the cross piece. About three feet out from the
center section stood two poles about three feet apart. The bench
was supported by a single post in the center, and a post at
either end of the crosspiece. The bench support post seemed to
have some adjustment device at its base which would allow it to
be moved closer or further away from the poles by about a foot
either way. Another device allowed the supporting posts to be
raised or lowered, and the center post also could be tilted front
to back. The cross was well padded and covered with a cloth
material. The poles were padded as well, covered in similar
material. There was a short piece above the center section as
well. It seemed to be attached to the cross piece by a hinge
device allowing it to be raised or lowered. There was one strap
on the headpiece and numerous straps on the cross piece. A
strange wire-looking device was attached by a swivel hinge to
either side of the headpiece.



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Resigned to her fate, Chrissy allowed herself to be led to
the device. She was held fast by two male members, and her
handcuffs were removed. She was placed on her back on the padded
bench, arms stretched wide apart on the cross piece. She found
that the center section came down only to just below her shoulder
blades, leaving her ass and lower back unsupported. She had to
bend her knees and plant her feet firmly on the floor in order to
relieve the pressure on her lower back. Chrissy's arms were
strapped at numerous points to the cross piece, but the most
ominous fixation was that her wrists were encircled with cuffs
and bound tightly to the ends of the crosspiece with a padlock.
She could not move her arms at all. Consequently, she could not
twist her body side to side much, either. A single strap was
placed across her forehead to keep her head fixed as well. Next,
Chrissy's legs were parted and strapped to the opposing upright
posts at the knee and ankle.
Some adjustments were now in order. The bench was lowered a
bit to make Chrissy's body slightly lower than her knees. Then a
crank was turned to cause Chrissy's body to be raised slightly
with respect to her arms. The entire bench was tilted slightly
so that Chrissy's head was slightly lower than her ass. This
increased the pressure on her back, causing her to have to keep
her ass raised slightly, but not as much as she could manage, at
all times.
There was no part of Chrissy that was not now on full
display to the assembly. Although she could not look down,
Chrissy was fully aware of the spectacle she presented! She knew
her pussy was gaping and dripping by now. She could feel the
stimulation of the cool room air on her protruding clit! Her
asshole was no better hidden! Her tits were taught by the
downward pull of her arms, and were standing at full attention
begging for torment. Her belly and ribs were equally taught and
available. Even the insides of her thighs and her asshole were
available and visible for the whims of the members. Chrissy had
never felt so humiliated and vulnerable--or terrified of what was
about to happen!
"Now, Chrissy, we are going to remove your gag and
blindfold. We want to be able to hear you scream. The
anticipation of what is to come as you see it will add to the
effect," she heard Iberson say. As promised, her gag and
blindfold were removed.
Finally, Chrissy's head was angled backward, causing her to
look at the wall behind her. However, she was not allowed
complete freedom of her mouth. The wire-looking device was
brought up from either side of the headpiece and adjusted so that
it held a bite block firmly fixed between Chrissy's teeth on
either side well back between her molars. The effect was that
Chrissy could open her mouth, but when she tried to close it, her
teeth would go no further than about an inch apart. Her lips and
tongue were unobstructed. Swallowing was difficult, and Chrissy
began to drool slightly.
Iberson continued, "Now, ladies and gentlemen. The Master
of the Punishment Ceremonies for the evening. When Chrissy began
to be a rather difficult star, she not only brought herself down,
she also brought down another promising and rising young star.
This young man got the blame for many of the ridiculous demands
of Miss Melrose, and, subsequently, suffered the consequences of
her demands which were not of his making. Therefore, I suggest
that he is the perfect Master of Punishment Ceremonies, and I
would also suggest that he be restored to the good graces of the
Hollywood establishment. I give you Ms. Iberson's former
husband, Ted t on the dress in which she came. Iberson and Richardson
entered the room.
"Well, Chrissy, the members have voted to give you another
chance, with two conditions."
Chrissy hung her head low. She was grateful for the chance,
but waited with some fear to hear the conditions.
"First, you will live with and become Ted Richardson's slave
in real life. Second, you will star in any movie I decide for
the next ten years. For this you will be handsomely paid. Your
attorney and I will work out the details. The first movie will
be the Beauty Series I mentioned earlier. The script will be
available at my office tomorrow. Needless to say, your fans will
have a completely new perspective on your talents after the movie
is released.
Chrissy knew she was hooked--on working--and on the role she
would be playing in real life from now on.