The day went on in similar vein. Jewel ate, napped, got up, and got back to work. Once, she discovered that the chastity belt’s rear strap could adjust itself to include a substantial ring that allowed her to pass waste. The ring was somewhat uncomfortable when walking, it felt like it was holding her cheeks apart, so she asked Nikandros to make it just a strap again after that.
Flair took naps, too. One was with Dagrun. Another time, Jewel saw her snuggled against Mistress, head resting on a loop of scaled tail with other loops draped around her. The rest of the time, she took care of drinks and food, but her current jobs apparently included little sex—except with Master, who was clearly always up for it.
Nechtan and Nikandros each wanted to try between her thighs, as did Hyld; Henry and Nikandros each wanted between her breasts, though Hyld declined that one. Since the only way she could get any of them down her throat was with Nikandros’ help, at one point she was on her knees, her wrists fastened to rings on her corset so she couldn’t use her hands; Henry and Nechtan and Hyld took turns, while Nikandros lounged in a chair and let her go down on him for a bit between them to keep her gag reflex tamed. Around that, there were plentiful opportunities, with or without her wrists restrained, to practice her new skills with female anatomy—including Mistress’ slightly alien snake-form slit and Sati’s cool vulva where it was less unsettling for Jewel to keep her eyes closed than to be unable to make out any detail. After every six, more or less, she got her reward, and it was invariably a very powerful orgasm—once in a sixty-nine with Flair while Sati was fucking Jewel again, once thanks to Henry’s clever hands. Once, Nechtan took over her hands and masturbated himself with them, out of her control—then used her own hands on her moments later without releasing control, while she was still wildly aroused from that.
Sati asked for another photo session. With permission, once she got Jewel into the right pose she froze her there briefly, long enough to get the photos she wanted from multiple angles, and apparently video as well, and all the while, her own hand freely stroked her helpless—and desperately turned-on—work of art.
And she still needed four more for her own next release.