He knew her deepest fantasies enough to start making a few actually happen, and while some were so dark it might be years before she was ready to experience them, she was primed for this one. He’d prepared her for weeks, getting her accustomed to incredibly restrictive bondage, testing how far he could take the objectification and keep her titillated, and assessing her pain tolerance without a warm-up when properly aroused. He watched as Jazz stained her skin a rich mahogany, noting the makeup artist didn’t pay any more attention to breasts or genitals than arms and legs. That was the beauty of hiring a gay makeup artist — he was doing this for the art, not the opportunity to fondle a beautiful woman. This was only the beginning of Cara’s objectification for the day, manipulated as if she were an object instead of a person. Jazz was told she’d play the part of a human table in a music video, and had been advised she needed to get into character and didn’t want to be spoken to or treated as a human.
