Her touch on my arm sent tingles from wrist to shoulder, and I shivered a bit in my bonds.

“They is so beautiful!”

“Thank you. I think so, too,” Sire replied. I smiled, glad to hear his work appreciated.

She moved on, and the next one walked up, patient and slow, speaking soft. This was an art gallery, after all.

“I love what you’ve done with these coin knots under their breasts. May I?”

“Of course! Just avoid the area outlined by the ropes. But you may touch above and below, and on the knots themselves.

She did so. I could feel her silky fingers trailing appreciatively over the knots, and then over my chest, just under my breasts. Distantly, I heard myself making a sound of pleasure.

“Awww, that’s adorable. I think they likes it.”

He chuckled, and the sound felt so good, I shivered again. “Yes. That they do.” He pet my head affectionately. “Would you like to water them?”

“Oh, yes please.” I felt a straw touch my lips, and drank gratefully.

“Thrall loves to suck,” I heard my voice saying, soft and slurred. They both laughed. His beloved dark chuckle mixed with her high tinkling bells, and I squirmed with pleasure.

It was so nice to be on display.