Chapter 6

"First of all, Lenora, I must impress upon you the importance your performance tomorrow night to His Majesty," declared Bailey, after she had led her the center of the big blue room, "There will be over two hundred people in this room and they will all have come to see you, or more specifically, to see the King's first and only love.

They all know about you and everything about you and the whole situation plays right into everyone's fairytale fantasies. You know, the peasant girl who stole the heart of a King and all that. The whole kingdom is excited and the impression you leave will reflect strongly upon the His Majesty.

On the one hand they could be given the impression that the King is a man of substance, or on the other they could be given the impression that he is more or less a dolt with bad taste in women. Either way, it will have an effect on the state. Do you understand?"

"Certainly," replied Lenora, having secretly been given permission by Bailey to speak freely when it was only the two of them, "They want to see the King's new girlfriend's pussy."

"Exactly," responded Bailey, "and you're going serve it up with a smile on your face, right?"

"I promise," assured Lenora.

"A small padded platform will be here," continued Bailey, "All around the rest of the room will be various ensembles of furniture and small tables for people to gather in small groups to talk and partake of cheese and fruit and wine.

Promptly at eight O'clock, you will enter and begin posing on this platform while three artists make sketches of you as gifts to a few select individuals chosen by the King. None of your poses will be overtly sexual, but you can be certain they will all feature you pussy, so you might as well get used to the idea.

The guests will take turns gathering around in small mixed groups to watch as the artists make their sketches, but of course it's all just a pretense for indulging themselves in the naughtiness of the situation, but that is a truth that is left invisible in all regards and at all costs.

Every half-hour you will be given a short break and it is then that they will engage you in small talk, or compliment you, or ask you questions or whatever.

Don't worry too much about it, these people have taken polite conversation to the level of a fine art. If one of them does, however, say or ask something awkward, you must keep your wits about you and turn it about so they get off the hook and are not embarrassed in front of their friends. Do you understand?"

"I don't get to call them a stupid shithead?" asked Lenora.

"There is probably a better alternative," replied Bailey, with a grin, but then dutifully returned to the seriousness of the situation, "Make no mistake here, Lenora. These people know their horses."

"I understand," responded Lenora.

"Convince me," demanded Bailey.

"I believe charm and authenticity are the words you are looking for," replied Lenora.

"That's my girl," responded Bailey.

"I do have one question," queried Lenora.

"Yes, of course, dear," granted Bailey.

"Will I ever get to wear clothes again?" asked Lenora.

"No," answered Bailey, "Now, follow me."

Following Bailey to a small room adjacent to the Blue Room, Lenora's attention was immediately drawn to the familiar looking device in the center of the room.

"As you can see," explained Bailey, "This is just another, but more elaborate version of the chair, the main difference being that the spike has been replaced with this padded wooden framework in the shape of a capital I.

You will be positioned face down upon it with the center beam extending down the center of your body between your breasts from your shoulders to your hips. The front crosspiece will support your shoulders and the rear crosspiece will support your hips.

Your head, arms, breasts and legs will not be supported nor attached to anything and you will be elevated until you can't reach the platform even with your toes, but your torso will be firmly secured to the framework by soft leather straps.

There is also a large spring between the lower stationary platform and the upper revolving platform. It has been wound already and when the time comes, the upper platform will slowly turn on its own at the rate of one revolution every two minutes so everyone will get an equal view."

"And just who is everyone?" asked Lenora.

"Only the eight most important and women in the realm," answered Bailey.

"Not that I really give a fuck," said Lenora, "but why only women?"

"His Majesty feels that the women of the realm are an underutilized recourse," replied Bailey, candidly, "There are a great many of them, especially in the merchant class, with whom he would like to establish meaningful relationships."

"Sort of like the wolf wooing the sheep you mean," commented Bailey.

"Be that as it may, I want you to listen very carefully to me now, Lenora," cautioned Bailey, using what was becoming one of her favorite phrases, "this is very critical."

"Alright, alright," assured Lenora, as Bailey led her to a nearby group of chairs and sat down with her to emphasize what she was about to say.

"This is the way the evening will go," continued Bailey, "At precisely midnight all the guests except for the eight women will be escorted out and thereafter you will meet and visit with them until the conversation comes to its natural end.

Now, the thing is, they are going to be very predisposed to view you favorably. Like everyone else, they know your story and they admire you for it. They know you are a courtesan and they don't care, nor will they look down upon you for it. Truth be told, there isn't one of them who hasn't sucked a dick or two at some time or another to get something they want so they know the score and they admire strong smart women. Don't worry, they will be thrilled to meet you. Again, charm and authenticity, that's all you have to do. Thereafter, you will be escorted back here.

The only other persons in attendance will be me and Mrs. Fairfield of course, but she will be wearing an actor's mask so no one will know who she is."

"Why would they want to watch me getting my ass beat?" asked Lenora, "Are they sick or something?"

"Well, yes and no I suppose," replied Bailey, "That's just human beings for you. It will be a dramatic thing to see, a spectacle if you will, and in their mind, an act of heroism on your part."

"I can't wait," responded Lenora.

"I know, my dear," consoled Bailey, "I'm sorry things have to be this way, but you will not only survive, you will prosper. I have faith in you.

"What about His Majesty?" asked Lenora, saving the big question for last, "Will he be here?"

"He won't be in the room, but he will be secretly watching," answered Bailey, "He would never let you go through anything like this without being there to assure your safety. You know he loves you, My Dear."

"Don't worry, Bailey, I love him too," assured Lenora, sensing by Bailey's tone there was a question inherent in her last statement.

"Lenora, my dear," asked Bailey, after a suitable pause, "Will you ever confide in me regarding Mr. Greystone? I am supremely curious."

"No," replied Lenora.

"I didn't think so," laughed Bailey.

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Having meticulously secured Lenora to the platform, Mrs. Fairfield went about the business of carefully lighting the whale oil lamps that had been placed in elevated clusters in each corner of the room, leaving Lenora to slowly revolve in a counterclockwise direction upon the device.

Finally finishing her task, she looked around with satisfaction to see that Lenora's body was well illuminated, especially her magnificent pussy as it proudly protruded from between her legs.

Taking her chair next to the far wall, she rang a small service bell and waited quietly as the eight women entered the room and took their seats in chairs which had been arranged in a circle around the platform with just enough distance to provide her with enough room to perform what she considered almost her sacred duty.