The Chain - The Exhibition

Rosein walked back to the stage with a considerable wiggle induced by her high heels and the constricting corset. That is not to say that she was doing anything to control the sexiness of the movement. She was very satisfied with the way she was looking and the way things had turned out. At first, she had been dubious about the outfit, but Steve, wearing his hat as Jack and Jill's agent, had been adamant that she should stand out in a crowd that would be dressed, jewelled, booted and coiffeured to the nines. She didn't question the decision to wear it now, even if she did find the corset a bit tight around her waist and the heels a touch too high. The comments she had received from everybody had all been positive. She had already decided that she would be wearing it again.

She'd seen Jack and Jill's work before and knew that they could do with a little bit of exploiting. Their concept of mixing Jack's astounding metal sculptures with Jill's beautiful body had been unusual and very innovative. But Rosein's highly commercial and almost wicked Irish mind didn't think they had made enough of their unique talents. She did know that they had sold a substantial number of smaller sculptures and mobiles on the back of that talent and the amazing dramatic performances. One of her aims was to raise a considerable amount of awareness and money for all the parties involved; Jack, Jill, the charities and the galleries. She also thought she ought to get a small share to help maintain her business and lifestyle!

She was now standing between the two trunks. She had discarded the mask, as everybody knew who she was anyway, when Steve approached and handed her the microphone. He knew she was now in control, so he made a discrete exit to the audience to enjoy the fun. Rosein bowed to an appreciative and expectant audience and her smiles showed she was pleased with it all. 'Is everybody enjoying themselves?' Everyone was very positive and cheered as she showed off in front of them. 'I'm enjoying myself too!' She bent forward again to let the everyone see her cleavage. 'Do you like this outfit? I never knew I was so small in the waist and large in the ...' She paused, put her hand to her mouth and then took in the applause. 'What would the nuns in my convent school say, if I said that word.' More cheers! 'In all this I think I need a whip! They'd approve of that!'

'We've now got to move these two trunks!' She indicated them with her hands. 'We've got some poles to do the carrying and all we need now is some muscle! Let's have the strongest eight men in this room!' The two boxers were the first to come forward and milked the applause to encourage others. There was not a shortage of volunteers.

***

Jack was bent double inside the trunk. His head was down between his knees, which were resting on the foam in the bottom. He couldn't see anything of course, and he could hear very little from outside. He could just make out the noise, applause and clapping of the audience muffled by the padding of the trunk, but he couldn't understand any distinctive sounds or words. With each minute he was getting hotter and hotter. And the belt seemed to be getting tighter and tighter.

He knew though that he only had himself to blame, in that he'd designed and built the two trunks! The only saving grace was the breathing tube, built into the bottom, that enabled him to have a decent supply of fresh air, despite the hood he was wearing.

He wondered how Jill was getting on. As the chain was slack between the two trunks, he couldn't even use that as an improvised method of contacting her. He certainly couldn't hear her making any sounds. But he knew like him, Jill had practised surviving the confinement of the trunk.

The one thing he did hear and to a certain extent feel, was when the carrying poles were inserted into the rings on the trunk. He also felt the trunk being lifted and judging from the angle, he was being carried down the steps from the stage into the main audetorium.

Why he didn't know, but he thought back to that first meeting with Jill, where she'd walked into his forge and asked if he made armour. It had been a sideline to make breastplates, gauntlets, helmets and other pieces for those that wanted to play at being knights, pikemen or just ordinary soldiers from the Civil War and before. Her request for six female chastity belts for her dance troupe had unlocked a previously hidden part of his mind.

***

Jill knew she could cope with the steel chastity belt and bra. To her the trunk, hood and the chain were just other inconveniences, that had to be endured. Coming from a poor Texas family in the wrong part of Houston, what she was going through now, was nothing compared to the beatings to which her highly devout and often drunk father had subjected her. Jack was firm and often constricted her in fiendish ways, but he was never cruel. And he had never ever hurt or hit her in any way. To some her life was a complete and unusual paradox. To Jill everything she did was almost better than perfect.

She knew that Jack would not be coping as well as she was.

But then she knew she was the dancer, who could contort her body into the most unnatural of positions. Being doubled up was nothing to her, as she had trained her body. She may have taught Jack how to dance, but he would never be as flexible as she was. She smiled at the thought!

She knew what Jack was good at. No very good! She might curse the steel around her waist and between her legs and buttocks, that prevented any satisfaction, but because Jack had made it, it fitted like a glove. And just like a glove it didn't pinch, was almost soft despite its construction, and it left no space between itself and her skin. She might hate its efficiency, but Jack was the complete craftsman.

She was prepared for a long haul, of which this interesting initiation was just an amusing start, where she could stand somewhat back and bask in all the attention. How would she be feeling, as the months dawdled onwards, possibly without the oxygen of publicity? They had already agreed that Denial would last for a full year. Would they make it or would circumstances or injury cut it short?

She laughed as she examined her body with her mind. It wasn't her breasts, her waist or her crotch that hurt. It was her feet! She was so jealous of Jack who was barefoot, whilst she was locked into a pair of rediculously high heels. The heels wouldn't have been so uncomfortable, but the confines of the trunk forced her feet upwards and backwards and the straps were pulling harshly at her ankles.

***

Rosein watched as the two trunks were moved into place. The two teams did the carrying with a fair degree of ease and carefully placed Jill just outside her living quarters and Jack in a similar position in his. The chain was almost tight between the trunks and had been placed in a notch in the gap between the two halves of the wall. An enormous handle was then turned theatrically to close the wall.

Rosein checked the positioning and made sure that the chain was free to move before returning to the audience. 'Let's have a round of applause for our gallant helpers!' The audience responded as she expected they would. Rosein gave them all a kiss and a hug as they left. More than one put hands around her exaggerated waist to test it for size. Rosein smiled a cross between approval and disapproval.

'Who shall we let out first?' She walked round to Jill's side. 'Jill? She is after all the lady and as always they should go first.' She returned to Jack's. 'Or shall we let Jack free first?' She waved her gloved hands at the audience. 'Can anybody help me decide?' A whole forest of hands rose. 'What a choice to make! You all look just the sort of leud and depraved people to help me!'

Rosein was about to make a choice, when members of the audience started pushing a young slim, blonde haired slip of a girl of about twenty towards the front. She was wearing a tiny glittering gold dress, that was certainly the shortest and possibly showed the most flesh in the room. Rosein greeted her with a kiss. 'Hello! Mum!' The audience, who'd known exactly what they were doing and who they were promoting, cheered loudly. 'Fancy meeting your mother, when she's dressed like you are! Quite the dominatrix!' She turned to the audience. 'I'm quite embarrassed really!' More cheers! 'Do you dress like this for Dad? With a big whip, too!'

Rosein was rather stumped for words, but just about managed to smile back weakly at her daughter. Slowly she composed herself. 'Mary!' She paused before she struggled on. 'What did your father say about that dress?' She stood back and eyed her daughter almost disapprovingly. 'It's very nice. But a bit short! It shows a lot too! And you'll catch your death of cold on a night like this!'

'He chose it and then paid for it!' She turned round to show everybody. 'You're just jealous. He described it as the ultimate Fuck-Me dress.' She emphasised the F-word and the audience gasped and giggled. Mary lifted a foot behind her to show everyone the very high gold heels that matched the dress in much more than just colour. 'And he also bought me these Fuck-Me heels! I think they're taller than yours, Mum!'

'If I'd used language like that to my mother, she'd have washed my mouth out with soap. Or something even worse!' Titters and laughs echoed around. 'By the way, are you wearing a bra?'

'No!' Those standing close saw Mary wink at the audience. 'Are you?'

***

'I think I'd like to get Jack out first!' Mary turned and grabbed her mother's hand and pulled her towards his trunk.

'Why?' Rosein was perhaps puzzled as to her daughter's choice.

'He's so gorgeous that I can't wait to get my hands on him. It will be a pleasure to excite him!' She grinned at the audience. 'Have you got the key to my dreams, mother?'

'Don't be silly!' Rosein mocked her daughter. 'He's far too old for you!'

'I've always found that older men treat me much better!' She put her hand to her mouth and turned away from Rosein as if telling a secret. 'Don't tell mother, but they're also better in bed!' Cheers resounded.

Rosein didn't take the bait, as although she knew little of her daughter's personal life, she did know she had a very acceptable and fairly steady boy-friend. She might even fancy him, if she wasn't otherwise spoken for. She put her arm round her daughter. 'I wouldn't bother too much with Jack. In his present state he'd be of no use to either of us!'

'I bet he does very good oral!'

Rosein felt she had to respond now. 'What would you know about that?' She was showing she was more than a bit shocked.

'I've read some of the more interesting books on the shelves in your office!'

***

Jack rose slowly to his feet helped by Rosein and her daughter. Carefully Mary lifted each foot in turn from the trunk, whilst Rosein supported him. Once he was on his feet, they moved him the couple of paces to the bed. They sat him down, still hooded and with his hands chained, with his back to the dividing wall of the exhibit. Rosein beckoned and two of the original helpers came forward and removed the trunk.

'Mary!' She handed her daughter a small bunch of keys. 'Why don't you take off Jack's hood?'

Mary removed the hood and lifted Jack still wearing the blindfold to his feet. She moved him a metre of so forward until he was standing alongside her mother. 'Jack is in need of a little TLC!' She started to massage his shoulders. 'C'mon mum, give me a hand!'

Hesitantly, Rosein moved in front of Jack and kissed him on the mouth. As a couple of men in the audience whooped and encouraged, she started to massage his chest, whilst Mary continued down his back. After a minute or so, mother and daughter gripped each other's hands on each side of Jack and squeezed themselves together. He behaved impeccably and stood with his feet apart like a statue. Rosein then freed her right hand and moved it to Jack's belt. As she was cheered on by the audience, she toyed and played with the steel, that made him the safest man in the room. After another minute or so, she released her other hand, kissed Jack to say thank you, retrieved the microphone from the floor and turned back towards the expectant onlookers.

'I liked that!' She made as if to wipe imaginary sweat off her brow. 'Would any other ladies like to give Jack a cuddle?' The response was a lot louder than she had expected. 'I will auction five minutes of his valuable time for tonight's charities. Do I have a starting bid?'

'Ten thousand bucks!' A man in a flamboyant dinner suit opened the bidding.

'Jason!' She knew the bidder to be gay, as she'd dealt with his unusual, but captivating paintings for years. 'Are you bidding for yourself or the ladies in your party?'

'Myself!' The audience laughed. 'But if I win, I won't be so selfish as to keep all of him. He's very nice, but I will share!'

Rosein looked around. 'Is that a bid, madam?' The lady nodded. 'Twelve! Yes! Fourteen. And again madam? Twenty? That's very generous!' She looked around again, but the bidding seemed to have finished. 'I haven't got a gavel, so I'll just call out. Is everyone finished. Going... Going... Gone.' She pointed to a group of elderly ladies. 'Sold to Alice and her friends!' Mary went over and led them to the front, to a deafening amount of noise. 'I hope you enjoy your purchase, girls!'

***

As the noise subsided after the ladies left Jack on the bed, Rosein took up the microphone again. 'Well! I didn't expect all that!' Alice and her friends hugged Rosein as they left. 'Talk about being groped by a herd of grannies!' The audience agreed. 'Do you think that Jill will get such a greeting?'

Rosein could see several men were putting their hands up to get involved in the Jill's release. 'Would anybody like another auction?' More hands were raised. 'I only hope that there won't be too many who will be disappointed.' She thought for a bit. 'Obviously, Jill is used to a fit and athletic man. I think we'll have a little contest to see who gets to greet her.' She looked around the audience. 'Is that a good idea?'

'Yes! I like that!' Jason was first again. 'What do you have in mind?'

'First I'd like the entry fees!' She held out her hand to Jason as he approached. 'How about a grand?'

'I'll pay that!' Jason looked at the other men who were coming forward. 'Is that OK?' He received a general approval. 'Now, Rosein. How do we all pay?'

'Just give me a business card!' She smiled as Jason meekly handed his over. 'If you haven't got one, just write your name, address and phone number on a piece of paper. I'll trust you! But if you don't pay, I'll come round dressed like this, with a big whip and perhaps a few severe restraints.' The audience, or at least the men in it, laughed long at her threat. 'Well! Perhaps I shouldn't!'

Within a couple of minutes, Rosein had collected slightly more than thirty business cards, that carried some of the most eminent names in New York. She examined a few and spoke. 'I could keep myself in expensive dinners for a whole year on these. All I would have to say, is that I obtained them at an event where a near naked couple were engaged in lewd acts. And they'd all come running, to stop me telling all to the tabloids.' The audience laughed again. 'Now! It's got to be decided what you guys have to do to win the right to get Jill from her trunk.' She looked at them all and smiled. 'Any ideas?'