I let out a shaky breath. Ash looked similarly affected; he was breathing hard, his jaw tight and his hands clenched at his sides. "Never?" he asked i... a low voice that sent flutters to my stomach. "Never," I confirmed, with more conviction than I felt in that moment. A moment of silence stretched between us, the tension thick and unruly. Neither of us moved. The moment broke abruptly when my melting popsicle dripped blue water onto my foot with an audible sound. The rising heat in the room had. There are a few almost inaudible gasps, before someone gently claps, and gradually the others join in. The applause is polite, not raucus. While it continues, Jo whispers that I should slowly turn through 360 degrees, to allow everyone a complete perspective.My mind is foggy with euphoria. I am a David in Florence. I am a Work of Great Art. I am a vision to be relished, appreciated and revered. I am fulfilled. I am proud. The applause has died down, and I can hear the proliferation of whispered. I snatched them from the drawer and hurriedly jammed the dildo into my dripping slit. I drew the gloves hurriedly up my arms then just as quickly pulled the hood over my head so that only my painted lips were visible through the mouth hole. The ball gag was next. I buckled it tightly into my mouth, stretching my jaw open as far as I could and trapping the firm red rubber sphere behind my teeth, just as sir had done the night he gave me the silencer. Now gagged, hooded and filled with a dildo. Now Rachael couldn't see but she could feel.Little Joe picked up his next toy. It was a 10 inch rubber cock. He'd fashioned it himself ribbed and black it was like a man's forearm. The base was moulded into a sword grip a lead running from its base. Through many hours of fun with his captives he'd perfected it. Joe's toy was mains powered creating a 200v vibrating monster the chunky gnarled surface guaranteed to hit in all the wrong spots. In her semi bent spread position he found it easy to.