Extreme Toyland VII: The Party at House Victoria

Mistress Lisa was enjoying herself. She'd been entertained all night by another marvelous party hosted by her good old friend Lady Victoria, headmistress at House Victoria. This party was held once a year at Victoria's mansion near Munich in Germany. Lisa missed only one of the last seven installments due to other commitments. She'd been a regular guest ever since her friend Hans arranged an internship here all those years ago.

The evening had started off with a delicious dinner for a select group of dear friends, served in a Roman-style over-the-top setting with naked servants and ridiculously good-looking human plates: the food was served on the naked bodies of some of Victoria's slave girls in various bondage positions.

Everyone at the dinner received a wristband with a barcode and a pager with the instruction to come to the stairs in the main hallway when it rang. There would be a special event for the chosen few.

After dinner, the main party started, with about 150 people enjoying themselves in different themed rooms on the ground level and basement of Victoria's mansion.

When the dinner guests returned to the hallway, it was already pretty crowded. Whereas the hallway had been empty before, there were now various signs pointing the guests in the right direction. There was a 'Swingers room', a 'Femdom lair', a 'Girl-on-girl den' and much more, including a bar with seats overlooking various performance areas.

A crowd was forming at the entrance of the hall. Lisa decided to check it out. There were people gathered around four small pillars with what looked like roman statues on them. When Lisa got closer, all of a sudden she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around.

"Hey Lisa, how are you doing?" A tall blonde smiled at her.

"Yulia!"

Lisa hugged the young woman.

"I'm doing great, how about you?"

"Excellent! Wow, I haven't seen you in years, you look good!

Lisa looked at her friend from years ago, when she interned at House Victoria to learn from the best and most experienced mistresses. Yulia was another girl learning the tricks of the trade. She looked stunning in a black and red long latex dress with detailed ornaments.

The two friends exchanged pleasantries and Lisa insisted Yulia should come to her mansion in the next few months to catch up. Yulia explained that the statues she was with were actually four of her girls, most of their bodies cast in plaster and their legs even in blocks of concrete.

"Look!" she said, they are completely immobilized, their bodies are covered in plaster. Except from their mouths down to their thighs, but they have been spray-painted to match! I have two more on standby for the moment these first ones are used up."

Lisa took a good look at one of the girls and saw that she had been cast into a concrete pedestal that reached up to her thighs. Plaster covered most of her back and went up to her shoulders and head, which was fully encased except for her mouth, the headpiece was carefully sculpted to resemble old roman statues with empty eye sockets and missing nose. All four girls had their arms plastered in different positions and a plaque on the concrete pedestal urged onlookers to take safety pins and needles from the tables nearby and to decorate the statues with them wherever they'd stick.

Yulia handed Lisa a handful of sharps and demonstrated the purpose by jabbing a safety pin through the girl's left nipple. The statue let out a short shriek. The two women created some pretty patterns with the needles and pins. Soon, they had to say their goodbyes as Yulia had to tend to other visitors.

Over the next few hours, Lisa witnessed some performances and caught up with some old friends until her pager rang at 10:55 PM. Lisa put down her drink and got up from her chair. Within twenty seconds she was back in the hallway, where the four living statues were still being admired and decorated. She got in line for the stairs with about ten other people, mostly women, from the dinner earlier in the evening.

At exactly 11 o'clock a servant came down the stairs and gestured the invitees to come up. The group slowly progressed up the stairs until they reached the door at the top. At the door, a guard scanned wristbands and took the pagers from the guests. Within minutes all guests were seated inside a small theatre where half-naked servants poured them drinks. With only 12 people in the audience, the place was almost full. This stage was not meant for big groups of spectators.