Hotel Roissy 2A - Experiment

At a sex-positive convention, Bella--an artist and secret heiress--sets up an exhibition modeled after her future BDSM hotel. As she navigates new partnerships, sells provocative art, and tests a billionaire playboy's ability to dominate, she discovers that pain, like art, is best when it's shared.

Who's Who

This is a story for theVirtual Literotica Convention 2025 Author Challenge (LIT CON 2025).

The idea is to take characters from other stories and let them travel to a convention on sex-positivity (LitCon), and meet each other. My story is about Rodrigo and Bella, with appearances by Cassie, Victoria, Marlowe, Tiafell, Hiraya and Freya.

Bella is the heiress to a hotel dynasty. However, she rebelled against the rigid hotel life to live as a bohemian artist near Portland's dockside, She found a home in Portland's BDSM scene and her paintings explore her kinks. Recently she reconnected with her family and took over her father's old hotelThe Rosy, intending to transform it into a BDSM resort under the new name"Hotel Roissy". She is in her twenties. Her backstory is Roissy Part 1. This story happens between part 1 and 2 of the Hotel Roissy series.

Rodrigo The epitome of the daddy type: calm, assured, very strong, protective. Very rich. Even if he did not have all that money, girls would still be all over him. Large, handsome man. Round face, light brown skin, curly hair cut short. Pencil beard running the jaw edge. Gym goer. Great dancer, club goer. Ladies' man, playboy. He appears inFalling for Dad's Slut byVerbalAbuse

Cassie is a dominatrix and runs a BDSM club called the'Lost and Found' She has introduced Victoria and Marlowe to the kinky lifestyle. Victoria is into public humiliation for which the LitCon offers ample opportunities. They are from the epic"Only Consenting Adults" byOneAgainst

Tiafell is an elf, highly androgynous and easily passes for a woman as he enjoys cross-dressing and acting like a woman, something that Rodrigo finds very attractive. Tiafell the Femboy Elf byBassytian

Freya Gersemi is both author and figure. She came up with the idea for this Gersemi

The atmosphere at the convention magically prevents STDs and pregnancies.

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Preparation

It was the first hectic time after she had been given reign of the 'Hotel Rosy' with the intention of turning it into a BDSM resort.

To relax Bella scanned one of her favourite websites, Literotica. com for some interesting erotic stories to read. In the forum she came across an announcement:

Literotica Convention 2025

A weekend of talks about all facets of eroticism and a chance to live them out.

'This could be fun, and maybe I can find inspiration on how to design the Roissy.' she thought.

Then an idea struck her, 'what if I don't just go there as a visitor? I could take my paintings and exhibit them there. It's in Grand City, there should be many rich and perverted people there.'

The gears of her mind started rotating, 'maybe I can do even more? I could set up the exhibition like a makeshift dungeon like the special private BDSM-suites I am planning. Kind of a test, what do people like? It's in a few weeks time. Perfect!'

Decision was quick, but of course organizing took some time. She emailed back and forth with Freya Gersemi who had created the event. While doing so, another email popped up. It was from a guy called Rodrigo, and it was sent via her sales website where she displayed her paintings.

"I like your painting style and your works. I am considering to buy one of them."

She answered quickly because many asked her such questions in spite of the high prices she listed on the site.

"You can order them through the site, or you can look at them here in my studio in Portland."

"Too far, and your prices are too high to just order online. If you're asking the price of a luxury car, I expect a test drive at least."

"Unfortunately, I can't load my paintings onto a truck and drive around like a traveling salesman."

"Hey, here I'm really interested, but you must be a bit more accommodating."

She now googled his name, and oh, that man would indeed be able to afford her paintings. "Self-made billionaire, known for his lascivious lifestyle. Seen with many different beautiful women and sometimes also with young men... Renowned art collector."

The last words woke her up. She changed her tone And he lived in Grand City!

"Actually, I can bring all my paintings to you! I will have an exhibition in Grand City in June. Isn't that where you live?" She showed that she had done her homework now.

"Ok, when and where?"

"The exhibition will be June 6th - 8th in the Grand City Hotel during the Literotica Convention."

A few hours later he wrote, "What is this convention? It sounds like an intellectually idealized swinger-club to me."

"Could be. You will definitely find the atmosphere erotically charged there. And which paintings are you most interested in? I will make sure to bring them, this way you get to become the curator for the exhibition."

The weeks went by quickly. The truck expediting her images came and picked up the wooden crate with the images.

She sent Rodrigo a selfie of herself in front of the selected paintings as they went into the crate.

"Fine, see you in two weeks. Can we have a private viewing apart from the convention?"

"I'll set up on Thursday and Friday before the convention opens. You want to come? The convention starts at 7 pm. Enough time before that."

"Ok, I'll be there at 5 pm. And then we can stroll over the convention opening. The food at the GC-Hotel is said to be fine. You will be my host." He did not ask, he stated.

He had done some googling too. First, it looked as if she operated a cafe near Portland's docks and lived in a shabby studio above it. Digging deeper revealed that she was not a poor artist living a bohemian dream. It turned out she was the third generation heiress to a well-established family of hoteliers. He saw the Atlantic Hotel and the Rosy. The website of the Rosy said it was changing its name to Roissy while undergoing extensive renovations under the supervision of the owner's daughter Bella. A floor with fantasy-themed rooms was due to be opened later this year. To see the rooms and their themes, you had to become a friend of Roissy. It cost you a whopping grand to join, but you would get a free weekend in one of the rooms.

"Is it worth becoming a friend of Roissy?" he wrote.

"Definitely, but you don't have to. The exhibition in GC will be decorated like one of the new rooms. But to give you a hint, they are all private dungeons."

"Dungeons?"

"Yeah, dungeon like in BDSM. Ropes, chains, cages, whips, etc. Got exposed to that?"

"Not really. I always thought this BDSM stuff was stilted and theatrical."

"Could be, it's roleplay, and it's fun to play out a role theatrically; it helps to lose yourself and become your role. Shedding your regular self to be your true self. If you only see the acting, then you miss the purpose."

Setting up in Grand City.

After days of joyful anticipation, she arrived Friday morning at the Grand City Hotel armed with a toolbox.

Work on setting up her exhibition 'dungeon' had already begun. In the center of the room a large metal 4-poster bed was just being assembled. It had all sorts of attachment points, rope was lying decoratively on the blanket. In a corner a low cage that you could only crawl inside and barely sit. A St.-Andrews-Cross was already fixed to the wall. A Spanish horse and a dog cot completed the furniture.

In a corner the box with the paintings stood still unopened. Bella undid the screws of the box and pulled out the six paintings of her oeuvre she had brought. They looked like classic oil paintings in the style of the old grand masters, but their content in a contemporary setting and often subtly disturbing. People in a normal setting but strangely rapt. Chained, showing welts, tears running down smiling faces, bodies contortioned by ropes.

The two largest paintings were mounted over the windows so that you could not see that you were actually on the 3rd floor but believed yourself in a dungeon.

Two metal arcs were mounted in the center of the room with a ring at their crossing to allow suspension bondage. The walls were covered with cardboard. She took a can of paint and a brush, and with a few clever strokes she created the illusion of a tomb hewn into bare rock.

Her latest favorite image of Lauren as a gardener went to the best place across the entrance. Now lights out, spotlights on, and the atmosphere of a dungeon was there. She looked around. The room was a prototype of the theme suites she wanted to set up in her Hotel Roissy. The convention visitors were ideal to test if the concept worked. Rodrigo was critical of BDSM but wanted a painting, she wondered why.

She wandered down to get herself a coffee from the bar. There a number of people had assembled who she recognized as participants of the convention from the convention's chat group.

She went to introduce herself. There was Freya who had originally come up with the idea for this convention and her husband Alex. Two more women were with them, that she recognized as Syn and Katie. Ted and Jan Smith were there too and gave her a hug.

She wandered over to another group she recognized as the people who centred around a place called the 'Lost and Found'.

"You must be Cassie! And you Victoria and Marlowe. Hi, I'm Bella." She went straight for it, "Cassie, can we get together sometime during the convention? I have so many questions about the 'Lost and Found'! I also want to open a BDSM venue. It's actually a Hotel - the Hotel Roissy."

"Oh, ok, yes," Cassie hadn't expected business talk here. "You must tell me about your place."

"May I invite you to room 307? I have an exhibition of my paintings in the room. It is also decorated like a little dungeon in a hotel suite. Maybe you want to use it to play?"

Rodrigo Visits her Exhibition

Back in her room, she put on her 'sales garb' which consisted of a transparent latex dress without underwear, exposing her piercings. Now she was ready for Rodrigo.

As she looked up, he was already there, leaning against the doorpost, he had observed her as she had changed. He wore loose slacks, linen shirt - unassumingly elegant.

Obviously, he had seen her naked. Watched, as she covered her body in baby powder and had pulled the dress on, adjusting her breasts in it, twiddling her nipples. Even as she had tugged at her labia, to make them stand out. Standing there, he obviously enjoyed the involuntary show. Taking him in, she thought, 'looks ok, but looks don't matter. I want to sell him my stuff, not buy him. Seen with young men? Let's nothing pass him? Looks like it. Saw all of me. That's ok. Do I want to see more of him? See if he is such a great lover?'

"You are Bella." Not asking, knowing.

"And you are?"

"Who are you expecting?"

"Rodrigo! Why stand at the door? Come in."

She pressed her rubbery body against his linen and was greeted with double kisses.

Neither let go. Time passed. His body warmed the cool latex. The only motion was their breathing that soon was synchronous. She tilted her head, exposing her neck. Looking up into his eyes questioningly. He kissed her neck, then she felt his teeth. They moved up to her ears. She gave a soft purr, then took a step backward taking him with her. He followed in sync her left foot, his right foot. Two more steps, and she reached the bed with her knees.

Why had she put on a dress if all she wanted was to peel it off as soon as possible now? Or have it ripped off. He instead left the dress where it was. The smooth rubber turned her into a plastic doll. He just reached below and pulled it up. He put his hand on her crotch. Nothing else, just claiming it as his. His fingers collected her wetness and she had to lick them off.

Almost involuntarily she fell back to sit on the bed. A subtle change in his posture, some space she was given had directed her.

The loose linen in front of her face made his erection obvious. She looked up at him. His hands moved to her neck. No push, just indicating direction. Pants down, mouth opening, over, in, down. Her tongue in milliseconds checking chemical compatibility. Yesss. Further in, deeper. Using her throat muscles to massage him. Her hands on his buttocks, pulling him in. She dominated herself by pushing down until her eyes watered. His hand around her neck, just steering, keeping her neck warm. No need to push, knowing it was not necessary. Not with this woman. The other hand on the top of her head. A gesture of paternal kindness. She kept massaging him with her throat. Adding a hand to squeeze. She felt him twitch, but he did not come. She let off, asked a question with her eyes.

He smiled, "I decide when I come. And this will be in you."

Done, he let her go, giving her room to fall onto the bed. She shuffled backwards to make room for him. He took his time. Took her in like a smorgasbord. Hungry meat wrapped in shiny rubber. Her honeypot dripping, the chef's kiss. Her hands reached for the metal rail above her head, steadying herself against the impact that she expected to come. It didn't. He slid in slowly and then pumped her excruciatingly slowly. Just before he reached the top, he slowed, never letting her feel the thrust. What she had expected to be a hard rough fuck was smooth and sensual. Moving up, he let his tongue travel across her face. She craned her head for a kiss, but he always kept a centimeter out of her reach. Frustrated, she extended her tongue. She was allowed to lick his lips and then his face like puppies do.

He angled his strokes so that the shaft of his cock massaged her clit, taking her towards an orgasm.

"May I come?" she asked as she was used to.

He looked startled, not understanding where such a question would come from. "Yes, certainly, why not?"

And exactly at the moment when climax washed over her, he let go of his self-control and came into her as well. Now his lips descended onto hers with a tender kiss. His hands pulling hers from the rails into a warm hug.

"May I clean you up?"

"If you wish."

"It is my duty." And while she sucked their juices from his cock, her mind analyzed, 'how can someone so dominant not know that usually subs are not allowed to come until given permission or must clean up?'

He watched her with curiosity, "now I'm ready to look at your paintings."

He pulled on his slacks for minimal modesty, she kept her dress hitched up with cum dripping down her legs.

Holding hands as if they were lovers, they stepped from one image to the next. Between each image stood a BDSM contraption.

"Interesting decoration," he said, "helps to understand your themes."

"You know how to use the decorations?"

"Not really. Too technical for me."

"A pity."

"I am open to trying. But who will be tied and who will do the tying?"

"I'm no good at tying, but good at being tied. You see the picture there?"

A woman was hanging from a crane in the docks, high above a tangle of ships and cold green water. A net of impossibly thin rope held her aloft and fixed in a contorted pose.

"One of the few pictures I painted from reality and not from a vision in my mind. Sunday morning 5 am. Friends. She hung there for 2 hours."

They stepped from painting to painting.

"Which one do you like best?" she asked.

"They are all interesting in their own way, but the BDSM elements are too dominant for my taste. In the painting of the gardener you struck the balance perfectly."

"Unfortunately, it is sold. It was a commission."

"You do commissions?"

"They are extra."

"I have some ideas. Most painters struggle with commissions."

"I don't. Restraint and strictness can be liberating. But,... the convention opens in a few minutes. Shall we head down and continue talking about our project?"

He got dressed, she cleaned herself and pulled the hem of her dress over her buttocks. They took the lift downstairs. Stepping out, they immediately turned left towards the convention area.

The Reception

The ballroom was already crowded. Many wore fetish clothes, similar to Bella. Victoria was there, now a collar around her neck, held on a leash by Cassie. Marlowe brought them all drinks.

Both Victoria and Bella curtseyed as they received theirs, then waited until Marlowe and Rodrigo had taken a sip before drinking themselves.

Marlowe said, "We passed by your exhibition. We'll drop by later. I saw something that piqued my interest. Today you seemed too occupied and quite full." He winked.

Freya Gersemi stepped up and gave a short welcome informing about the agenda and the weather report for the weekend, adding: "The dress code here is very liberal, and the hotel is fine with it. They kindly request us, though, to assume modesty in the general area."

Rodrigo and Bella filled their plates at the buffet and found a table for themselves.

"So tell me about this idea of yours."

"The idea is simple. I have a gallery of my ancestry. It ends with my father, and I want one of me," he said. What he did not tell was that he neither knew his father nor any other ancestor. His gallery was a collection of portraits he had turned into an ancestry, so he could pretend he had one. It had quieted the questions who he was and where he came from. He loved to project a designed, controlled image of himself. Whether he appeared on a red carpet with an actress on his arm or visiting a formal evening with Stella, a young crossdresser, it was always cleverly choreographed. This evening would also produce social-media posts of him and Bella benefiting his image and her business.

"If you want me to paint it, I need complete artistic freedom. If you don't like the result, then you don't have to take the picture."

"What do you charge?"

"It is very simple. I charge by size. 1000 quid per square foot. Commissioned work is double."

"Is art not supposed to be priced by its artistic value?"

"Yeah, in theory, but before the artistic value is recognized the artist has to eat."

"I'm fine with that. But tell me about yourself. You have all this BDSM equipment in your room. Why do you want to be tortured? What happened in your youth? After all you are from a very respectable family of hoteliers. Actually, you have more real heritage than I have."

Bella sighed demonstratively. She cupped her chin with her hand like she was a piece of Rodin's artwork 'The Thinker'.

"Aaargh, this old cliché. You believe everyone in BDSM is a weirdo with an abusive childhood? There was no abuse in my childhood. Not even verbal abuse. Pressure yes, but nothing that explains why I like to be chained and whipped to my bones."

"It's the impression one gets."

"Yeah, because pulpy schlock like 50-shades-of-gray purport that myth. And even Mary Gaitskill is unable to rise above that. It makes me furious."

"Phew, that's passion. Fire in your eyes. Not at all submissive."

"Go figure! I decide who I submit to and how and when. And I limit the playing field. If you play foul, you'll get the red card."

"But why all this stifled protocol? The 'Sir' or 'Master', the kneeling, the rules, the collars, the punishments. It's all so artificial."

"If you look at it from the outside, you only see the superficiality. Look behind it."

"Oh, is there anything behind it?" he smiled slyly.

"The purpose of the protocol and the whole power exchange is to remove yourself from your conventional life. It's just the scaffolding to put the players in the right state of mind."

Rodrigo took time busying himself with his plate. Then looking at her intently he chewed on his meat. "Lots of words." He finally said.

"Sorry for lecturing," Bella said. "It's just that I am what I am. Submissive but neither weak nor mentally damaged. Proud. At home in my identity. And ecstatic through pain. Or grounded. Or both. It's like flying."

"You may be right, a world I always only saw from the outside."

"You want some dessert? Coffee? I need coffee. It will be a long night. I need to guard my room. Can't risk some of my painted real-estate to go wandering."

She came back with Iles-flottantes and coffee.

"This hotel coffee is more torture than a whip. The Roissy serves better."

"I will wander around the convention, maybe I can learn even more," Rodrigo said.

Bella bade goodbye with a kiss and went back upstairs to the third floor. She opened her room and sat in her lair. People dropped by, looking at the paintings and BDSM equipment. She had attached the asking price, saving her from awkward questions. A number of her brochures about the 'Hotel Roissy' were taken though. It was well after midnight that the floor quieted. When she was about to close up, Rodrigo dropped by again. Being the guest of honor, she was prepared to give him as much time he'd want to look at her paintings. They did another round, Rodrigo asking more and more questions. At some stage it became clear, he sought a reason to stay.

"Shall I close the door, and you stay the night?" Bella asked.

"Wonderful idea."

This time he undressed her and while laughing, Bella turned her face away and lowered her beautiful eyes and crept into the well-spread bed. The four posts created an intimate space without walls. The six figures in the paintings were quiet spectators as they made love.

Hours later they woke and made love once more before getting up.

Saturday Morning

When she was dressed, more modest, but radiant, she bent her knees to kneel before him presenting him with her collar so that he might put it around her neck. The ritual put her in place mentally and left him shaking his head, as it had touched him, which was an unexpected experience for him.

After breakfast Rodrigo excused himself on a business matter. Bella joined Cassie with Victoria and Marlowe. Victoria, smiled at her collar, being collared and leashed like yesterday. Cassie gave Bella's collar a little tug.

"I'm upstairs, guarding my exhibition. Cassie, do you have some time during the day to discuss BDSM clubs and resorts?" Bella asked.

"Yeah, I can certainly drop by later." Cassie answered. "But I gotta be down by 1 pm. I'm giving a presentation on 'Advanced BDSM Techniques'."

Bella went back up to her room, the morning was quiet. This trip was not just for partying. She was here for business.

She sensed that she was being watched, and turned to look. A slim, young Asian-looking woman in the hotel maid's uniform was near the doorway, gazing wide-eyed at her, mouth agape, a cleaning cloth dangling forgotten from one hand.

Her other hand was fluttering near her crotch, as if she wanted to touch herself through her dress but didn't dare. A badge on her small bust read 'Hiraya'.

She started to move through the room, refilling the mints and water carafes on the tables, and tidying up. Bella saw her stealing a look at the paintings. Hiraya took her cleaning cloth and started to wipe the dungeon equipment. She was obviously using this as a pretense to examine it. With a forlorn expression she let the chains run over her hands and wrists. Bella managed to catch her eye, and Hiraya blushed furiously.

"Thank you," Bella said pleasantly as she tidied her table. "I hope that everybody's behaving themselves at the conference. Or at least being neat and tidy when they're misbehaving."

Hiraya blushed more deeply. "Everybody's lovely," she stammered, and smiled at Bella uncertainly.

"You seem fascinated by this room? Haven't I seen you come by before?"

Hiraya blushed even more if this was possible at all. Then she gathered all her courage.

"Yes, seeing this is like arriving somewhere. The women in your paintings, I could be each one of them."

"Some are in pain." Bella stated.

"But, not bad pain. Good pain, welcome. Freedom pain."

"Hiraya, take this brochure. It is from my own hotel, which is like this room. If you are ever looking for a new job, contact me. I need staff that is open to - this." Her hand swept across the room and the contraptions.

Hiraya grabbed the printout and rushed out of the room.

An hour later, Cassie came by. Even up northwest Bella had heard of her club theLost and found'.

She walked around the room touching the contraptions. "Good stuff you have here. Must be solid, professional quality. Stronger than private dungeon equipment."

Looking around, she chose not to sit on a chair, but to recline on the bed. Her fingers casually played with the bondage fix-points. Her presence controlled the room. With honest curiosity she asked, "tell me about this hotel of yours. It is a bold undertaking. A lot more than a club."

"Look at the paintings. The mansion, that's the hotel."

Cassie beckoned with her hand to have Bella sit down at her feet looking along Cassie's reclined body.

"Wow, like a French or Victorian château. Brilliant starting point, and then what is your concept?"

"I intend to keep the profile low until I understand how things work. Initially I will have themed rooms, roughly like this one. And a dungeon for groups or for parties. It's the old wine cellar, an arched vault of rock and bricks. Otherwise, I will keep up the pretense of a normal hotel. Except some patrons will act oddly among each other."

Cassie went on businesslike, but she spread her legs giving Bella a clear view that there was nothing underneath her skirt. She played the mentor and the dominatrix.

"So it's a bit like the conference here." Cassie grabbed Bella by her hair and pulled her into her snatch. Bella extended her tongue as Cassie went on like a management consultant, "yes, the guests, Their mood must be controlled. If it gets out of hand, disaster strikes quickly. The staff is key."

"You tell me." Bella raised her head to get some air, "Some have been working there longer than I live. I will not fire them, but I must convince them somehow to deal with the unusual behaviour."

"I think you are on the right track. Just remember, when it comes to house rules, you need to dominate everyone. I might visit you, when I am near you."

"You are most welcome any time." Bella kept lapping at Cassie's clit until she exploded.

When Cassie left, it was already 12. Morning sessions ended and visitors came strolling in during lunch break. She spent more time explaining BDSM contraptions to muggles, than talking about her paintings.

Then as the afternoon sessions started, she was deserted again. She went outside to the roof terrace to catch a breath of fresh air. Clouds started to gather for a thunderstorm. The air was sultry and brooding.

'Rodrigo,' she thought, 'is he just a good lover who knows what he wants? Or can he do more? Real torture, real pain? Be a real dom?'

She had to get back to the exhibition in time for the closing of the afternoon sessions, just when the first raindrops started to fall.

She stood another minute in the downpour arms raised like a goddess of thunder untouched by the rain, her latex dress letting the rain rivulet off her body. Onlookers from inside observed her in astonishment. She just felt herself to be at the right place at the right time. Pieces of a puzzle coming together.

Saturday Dinner

Back inside, she dried herself and did more explaining. Swing music played from a clothing-optional dance course down the hallway. She had a peek inside. Then she went down for dinner looking for Rodrigo. She wore a very short leather skirt that was only modest as long as she stood straight. Same for her top, hanging loose and low, it was also cropped just below her nipples. Rodrigo came along his arms around a young person Boy? Girl? Bella could not tell. Rodrigo kissed it Goodbye. "See you tomorrow, Tiafell."

Bella and Tiafell looked at each other, judging. Tiafell looked like a cosplayer dressed as an elf, green tunic, satchel, pointy ears. But he or she was unearthly beautiful. It made you think that elves might actually wander through Grand-City.

Today Rodrigo wore a suit and tie, looking formal. After exchanging kisses, he and Bella went on as if they were a couple.

'Is he trying to look formally dominant tonight?' Bella thought. She liked the idea. 'Let's see where this leads to.'

As they sat at their table, Bella asked, "what may I bring you from the buffet, Sir?"

"I will come along, and choose for myself."

They arrived at the buffet together with Victoria and Marlowe. Victoria crawled. Her skirt, just as short as Bella's, had ridden up and her butt-plug was blinking. Her face was bright red with embarrassment and she was smiling.

Rodrigo asked casually, "if I were your dom, would you crawl for me like her?"

"If you were my Dom,..." Bella left open what she would actually do.

Back at the table they got back to their conversation.

"Have you thought of how you would paint me?"

"Honestly no, the day was full, and even though I spent a wonderful night with you, I don't know enough about you yet."

"You might learn more about me tonight."

"I hope so, you are a many-faceted man."

"You talked about liking to be tied?" he switched the topic.

"Yes, I do. Being helpless is a great feeling for me."

"And you said you are a pain-slut?"

"I am," she smiled. "You know how to apply pain in the right way?"

"Yesterday not, today yes. I did my research and some soul-searching if I wanted to torture someone. I realized succeeding in business causes pain too. And it is not consensual."

"So you are a fast learner."

The waiter came by and they ordered drinks. They both just had water.

"Are you staying sober?"

"Aren't doms supposed to stay sober?"

"You intend to dominate someone tonight?"

"Yes, you."

"Me?" she said to gain time, thinking, 'Him? A confessing infidel? Me, his guinea pig? Here, whether I am in a completely different role? His suit... is... theatrical.'

"Oh, ok, I might be open to negotiations, SIR." she said, hoping he would take up the suggestion, which he did not.

'It looks like he is not aware of negotiations,' she thought. 'I just hope he knows what he is doing.'

"So how are you going to dominate me?"

"I'm just going to tie you up and use your whips on you."

"And what makes you think you would be allowed to do this?"

"Because."

They sat until people finished their meals and, cutting off their conversation without consent, Bella said, "I need to go back upstairs. People will come to the dungeon soon and maybe someone will buy a painting."

Once upstairs, and the door opened, people began to file in. Most wandered around looking at the contraptions as if they were visiting a medieval castle, unbelieving that these things might actually be used on someone. Rodrigo sat on a chair and watched.

Victoria's Gangbang

Soon, Victoria and Marlowe turned up. Bella sighed in relief. Maybe they would get active and play.

"Look, Vicky, a cage in public. Remember?" Marlowe said.

"How can I not remember? It was my first real public submission when you put me into that cage on the stage and I did not know who you would fuck right in front of the bars."

"Then crawl in."

"Oh, my god. Now? I wasn't expecting this!" After a moment of hesitation, she pulled off her clothes, got on all fours and crawled into the cage. Once she was in, she faced the wall, unable to see who would be behind her to look at her blinking butt plug. She paused looking at the wall as if she could read her emotions from it and with a sigh lowered her head, well aware that the back of the cage was open and her backside was accessible to everyone.

Marlowe went to Bella, "do you have a pen?" She handed him one.

"Vicky, what if I wrote on your bum? 'Anal orifice for free use!'?"

"Don't you dare!" she said, hoping he would.

"I think you're too bratty today. Gotta fix that. You know very well what your butt plug was for today?"

He pulled the butt plug from her anus and tied it into her mouth, then he tied her leash against the rails, holding her head to the ground. The writing was applied, and a circle drawn around her anus.

One consolation was given to Victoria; it would be Marlowe who would take her anal virginity. He applied lube and started stretching her sphincter with his fingers.

A number of people gathered around the cage witnessing her humiliation. Victoria could only see feet and the puddle of drool that dripped from her plug and collected on the floor.

Then she felt as his cock started to enter her. The intense feeling of humiliation and exposure from being on stage like in the 'Lost and Found' came back to her, now enhanced by the pain as her anus was stretched by a cock now.

Marlowe pushed in very slowly, every centimeter like an eternity of pain and humiliation. She guessed from the mass of feet that there had to be quite a crowd watching her arse being used for the first time. Once fully inside Marlowe held still and just massaged her clit with his hand. Then he started pumping, first slow again, letting her feel her predicament. Then pumped her hard and her head was pressed into the bars of the cage. It did not take long, until she heard him grunting as he spasmed into her.

When he withdrew, she was left empty and felt empty and cum started to drip down her legs completing her humiliation. She rejoiced.

"Ank ooh nyy sher." She managed.

"Next one in," Marlowe said to the people she could only see the feet of.

'Oh, my god, I really am up for free use as a cum dump.' She took a deep breath, tightened her grip on the bars of the cage and started counting.

It did not take long until a male visitor dropped his pants and started pumping into her ass. And then another one, two more, many more.

Rodrigo watched but did not participate. Instead, he did another tour of the paintings, scrutinizing every detail. Cassie wandered in too. She handed Bella a printout on a cardboard saying: 'The general safeword in this room is MILKSHAKE. If we hear it, we will react!'

"I recommend you put this up so people know there are limits, and we have an eye on them." she said, while her eyes x-rayed Rodrigo.

In the meantime Victoria moaned and panted and the fapping sound of bodies thrusting into buttocks provided a background music.

"I want to tie you up and whip you," Rodrigo said to Bella, again skipping all negotiations.

"And I have not agreed to it, as I need to be here to overlook what is happening. Or maybe -- Cassie, can you keep watch for a while? We have an aspiring Dom here."

Bella's Whipping

"Ok, if you want to be his guinea pig, I'll watch." Cassie answered, looking at Rodrigo with a frown, as he acted too smooth and self-confident for her intuition to trust him.

Bella took off her clothes and took some rope and a box with clamps from her wardrobe, handing it to Rodrigo.

"St Andrew's cross or the suspension beam?"

"Let's take the beam, you deserve center stage," Rodrigo slick as always.

He took a spreader bar from the box and tied her ankles to it. Then he slipped the rope through the ring above Bella and tied it around her hands. Then he pulled on them until she had to stand on her toes. Then he rummaged through the box and came up with a handful of clothespins. He put two each on Bella's labia and then returned to the box.

Cassie stepped up to him. "Excuse me, Rodrigo; that's your name, isn't it? May I tell you about some problematic points?" she said. Rodrigo glared at her interruption.

"First, you tied her hands much too tight and only with a single coil. Can't you see her hands are already turning white? Then you turned your back to her twice, while she was in a vulnerable position. Never do that!"

Rodrigo looked at her aghast. Rarely, people dared to correct him so bluntly.

"Here, use this." She handed him two soft leather cuffs for her wrists. "Use these until you can tie handcuffs with a rope."

With a tight jaw, he undid Bella, added the cuffs and pulled her up again.

Looking at Bella and Cassie, he took to the box again looking for inspiration. He came up with a candle. Cassie nodded. He lit the candle and went to Bella, letting the wax drip onto her breasts. Bella closed her eyes, submerging herself in the feeling. Every drop a sting of pain and then warmth. Her mind began to empty. But then it ended as her breasts were fully covered.

Suddenly a cold sharp pain against her buttocks. Her eyes flared open in fright and she screamed.

Cassie cut in again. "Have you never heard of warming up?"

Rodrigo looked confused, "I thought she was a pain-slut and she did not use her safeword."

"If she had used her safeworded, I would have thrown you out! You had her close to flying, and now you ruined it."

"Flying? What's that?"

"It is the subspace, a trance caused by the endorphins. Goodness, you have a captive that is able to fly so easily, like a unicorn, and you go over her like a bulldozer. Here take this. First, whip off the wax with this riding crop. But be careful. Only hard enough so it comes off, not harder. And beware of the piercings."

He did it, now with care. He was a fast learner indeed, and Bella relaxed again.

When the wax was gone from her body, Rodrigo looked at Cassie expectantly.

"Ok, see how quiet she is? That can be either good or bad. You need to find out. Hug her, whisper some nice things in her ears, finger her. Then you will know."

He did, and Bella melted into him. His fingers felt her wetness, telling him she was ok now.

Cassie said, "keep going, she deserves an orgasm now."

He did, this was familiar ground to him, and she came quickly. The clothespins were still there adding a sting.

Cassie handed him a riding crop that had a little piece of string at the end. "Only touch her with the string, but quickly and all over her body. Be patient. And when her knees give way, then she is flying. Then you hold her, untie her and lay her on the bed."

Many of the gangbang visitors and women watched, expectant what might happen. Rodrigo went at it. Even though he just moved his wrist, sweat appeared on his forehead from concentration. And as Cassie had predicted - about 15 minutes later when he was on his third round from collarbones to ankles, Bella's eyes opened but were totally blank. Quite scary, unfocussed as if she were unconscious. Then her knees gave way as Cassie had predicted. She hung all her weight held by her wrists. Rodrigo untied her and carried her to the bed, and the clamps were removed from her pussy. She jolted for a moment, but stayed in trance.

Cassie felt her pulse and gave a thumb up. "Well done, now you got it."

Bella heard it, but there was a veil between her and the world now dissolving slowly. The room service, Hiraya again, brought an espresso, having a hard time staying professional even though she had witnessed wild scenes in the other rooms on this floor.

Gradually the crowd dispersed. Victoria, freed by now, stood above a towel. She had been watching too with Marlowe. Cassie left last, turning off the light and closing the door behind her.

Rodrigo and Bella stayed, spooning.

When Bella's head had cleared again, she was hungry, she took a bar from the fridge and went back to bed. First eating the bar, then nibbling on Rodrigo's cock until he was hard. She kept going at it until he came in her throat. She swallowed and went back to sleep. Like the day before, they made love again at the break of dawn.

Sunday Morning

As they went down for breakfast, Bella was collared and guided by a leash, head high smiling. They did not talk much, just observed Victoria crawling between the tables again.

Cassie came over, "how are my two love-birds today?"

They both spoke at once, "we aren't love birds, we just had some distraction from business."

"And speaking of business, I think, now I know how I will paint you. But that will stay my secret. Do I still have your order?" Bella said.

"You most certainly have. And please leave the suspension painting here, I want a memory of this weekend. 20 square feet, I think."

Bella stuck the check under her latex for lack of a pocket. Two pictures sold, good sex and a good session even after a rocky start. All tension fell from her, just in time as Tiafell came in and walked over to them. "May I join you? I have a date with this Gentleman. I hope you have not worn him out. There were some rumors."

"Sorry for not being sorry. But I doubt he is already worn out. You may have him."

Rodrigo looked like a prize bull at an auction, while Bella viewed Tiafell, trying to figure out how these elf-ears were attached, but they looked completely natural. Tiafell could actually wiggle them, smiling innocently in his/her supernatural beauty. Rodrigo got up and came around to Bella and kissed her long and sensually.

"See you, my paintress. Call me when the image or the Roissy is ready. Whichever comes first."

"If you want to learn the bullwhip, you are always welcome. There is always space in the hotelier's bed for you."

Rodrigo winked and turned to Tiafell, and they wandered off, discussing whatever a horny elf and a horny businessman had to talk about. (But that isanother story)

Bella filled her plate and went up to her room to guard the exhibition and dungeon until 4pm. She slumped into the armchair and looked into thin air. Cassie was amazing. She planned a visit to the "Lost and Found" just to learn and an invitation of her to visit the "Roissy" once it was ready.

And Rodrigo - what should she do with Rodrigo? Too much a playboy to get more serious with, but too good a lover to let pass.