On artistic display for an A (f/m, consent tricked, public) - part 2 added
Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2022 9:02 pm
As I heard the doors to the exhibit open, the nerves in my mind flared up with fear, soon to be followed by embarrassment. My body was splayed out like a starfish, with metal half-circle pipe straps screwed into the wooden board, holding me snug to it. I was not uncomfortable physically so much, just the mental anxiety of being about to be publicly bound in a very showy way.
I am an art student and in my senior year so projects are the key at this point, and making a good impression at an art show will get you recognition. I had this idea for a piece for a while, it is about being exposed as a person and showing who you really are. Once I told my friend Jenna about it she thought it would go over very well, she is also an art student. The piece has a few parts but the main part is a large board bolted to the wall that will have a mannequin strapped to it with metal pipe straps, screwed in. The idea is to make the viewer picture themselves the predicament. Jenna told me it would be more powerful to have a live person on it and not just a dummy. While I would LOVE to be that person. Helpless and exposed, I would never have the courage to do so. Jenna and I have been good friends through school and flirted around the idea of dating, but I was too shy and nervous to act on it.
In the week leading up to the art show I spent a lot of time, with Jenna, both working on our exhibits. Her space was right beside mine, and her’s focused more on painting and evoking emotions through images and sounds. We had maybe an hour before the doors opened and it was just our two exhibits in this room. Jenna was ready with hers and all I had left was the manequin. “Before you put everything in place, I want to see what it looks like with a real person instead of a doll” she said. I gave her a raised eyebrow look and she replied “just humor me a little.” Her pleading smile meant I would do whatever she said, so I agreed.
The idea of Jenna having me helplessly bound was a dream come true, and so even just to try it for a moment was enough to set me on edge, but I would have to just settle for giving her just a visual. I leaned up against the board and stretched my arms out, trying to get the right position for the piece. “It will look like this” I said, but with metal straps holding the arms and legs. “Hold still,” she ordered, “I want to really see what it is like.” She then grabbed the drill, some screws and clamps, and walked towards me. “Jenna I don’t know” I said, secretly wishing nothing more than for her to bind me. "James" she pleaded, her large eyes all sensitive and hopeful, "just indulge me, it would make me so happy." Her pouty lips, eyes, and tone convinced me. How could I say no to that. "Ok… I trust you. Do your worse" I replied with feigned confidence.
She grabbed one arm and reached it out holding it down with the half-circle clamp as she readied the screwdriver. It was the power sort and the sound sent chills down my spine, knowing it meant my wrists were being snuggly secured. She even made sure my long sleeves were pulled under the cuffs to protect my wrists. Once she screwed on the clamp on my.other arm I knew I was then totally helpless and at her will to let me out. This was a dream come true and I was both terrified and beyond excited. Maybe I could convince her to do this again some another time. One at a time she stretched out my legs and locked them in place with heavy metal screws, making sure to pull down the pants legs of my overalls to protect my ankles more. I had never been more turned on, excited, nervous, and fushed with embarrassment as I was then.
She stepped back to admire her work, taking in the whole display, tapping her finger to her mouth as if she had an idea. "I think you need to scrap the manequin" she stated, "this looks so much better." "Jenna, I could never!" I exclaimed, "I would be helpless and stuck. "I will be right here, protecting you keeping you safe as my prisoner" she asserted. "Jenna" I started to stammer, "I don't think this is a good id…." But he cut me off by coming in, cupping my face in her hands and kissing me in an long passionate kiss. "I…um…you…kiss" said very confused and thrown off. "I like you James, like a lot!" She said, "but I knew you were to shy or nervous or whatever it is to do anything about it, and I knew I would have to take control. Lucky for you, I am dominant." My mouth was agape, "Jenna I like you a lot too. Would you want to go out sometime?" I said nervously. "James of all times to ask me out…close your eyes I have an idea" she instructed. I closed my eyes and felt her draw closer to me, her breath on my neck as she gently kissed it, working her way slowly up toward my lips. She kissed deep and soon we were making out. I tugged at my bonds wanting to hold her and put my hands on her as she was doing to me.
She pulled her lips away from mine and ordered me to not move or open my eyes. My mouth was open in wonderful surprise as I felt something rubber enter between my lips. My eyes shot open as she pickles the ball gag around my head, silencing me. "Before you freak out, listen to what I have to say" she pleaded. 'I want you to be mine, and I think we have both had big crushes on each other for a while. Nod if you agree." I nodded. "Last time we hung out at your place I saw a bag open on your bedroom floor, it was sticking out from the bed" she told me. I knew exactly the bag she meant, it was filled with all sorts of toys and kinky supplies. "Nod your head I'd you are into bondage" she ordered. I took a breath and nodded, my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Now nod your head I'd you are submissive", to which I also nodded. "I thought so'' she smiled triumphantly, l have a proposition for you the" she said as I gased into her powerful and seductive eyes, "your project is amazing and will surely do good, but it does kinda suck with a mannequin over an actual helpless person. You let me fully restrain you for the show, and I will be your girlfriend. If not I can let you out and we can go on as originally intended. I had planned this for a while, since I found your bag and you told me about your project. Final chance, nod if you want to stay bound and be mine." I took a moment, and in a rush of bravery and excitement I nodded my head to my embarrassing fate.
As if she was expecting this she quickly grabbed additional metal straps, screws, and the drill and began applying more straps to my arms, legs, neck (not too tight), my chest, waist, and just all over. Each of my limbs had at least 4 bands, about 5 going across my torso, and the one on my neck. In short I could only move my head a little. I mmphed at her as she worked and she just hummed back at me in a sing song manner. She then rubbed her hands all over me, including very personal areas. Needless to say, I was excited.
She glanced at her watch and with a little while to spare, she wrote my name and the word 'Artist' on a 'hi my name is…' tag before pressing it onto my chest. A moment later our professor walked in to check out the projects one last time before opening the doors. She stopped and gasped at mine, then told me how brilliant it was and how daring of an artist I was to put myself out there as part of the project. She also gave Jenna heavy praise and with a wink told her to keep an eye on me, but that I should not be too much trouble tonight.
As the doors were now open I heard footsteps and conversation heading our way. There was no turning back now, and with that Jenna kissed me on the nose and went to stand beside her exhibit, facing me, the biggest and happiest smile spread across her face.
(Part 2 on the way)
I am an art student and in my senior year so projects are the key at this point, and making a good impression at an art show will get you recognition. I had this idea for a piece for a while, it is about being exposed as a person and showing who you really are. Once I told my friend Jenna about it she thought it would go over very well, she is also an art student. The piece has a few parts but the main part is a large board bolted to the wall that will have a mannequin strapped to it with metal pipe straps, screwed in. The idea is to make the viewer picture themselves the predicament. Jenna told me it would be more powerful to have a live person on it and not just a dummy. While I would LOVE to be that person. Helpless and exposed, I would never have the courage to do so. Jenna and I have been good friends through school and flirted around the idea of dating, but I was too shy and nervous to act on it.
In the week leading up to the art show I spent a lot of time, with Jenna, both working on our exhibits. Her space was right beside mine, and her’s focused more on painting and evoking emotions through images and sounds. We had maybe an hour before the doors opened and it was just our two exhibits in this room. Jenna was ready with hers and all I had left was the manequin. “Before you put everything in place, I want to see what it looks like with a real person instead of a doll” she said. I gave her a raised eyebrow look and she replied “just humor me a little.” Her pleading smile meant I would do whatever she said, so I agreed.
The idea of Jenna having me helplessly bound was a dream come true, and so even just to try it for a moment was enough to set me on edge, but I would have to just settle for giving her just a visual. I leaned up against the board and stretched my arms out, trying to get the right position for the piece. “It will look like this” I said, but with metal straps holding the arms and legs. “Hold still,” she ordered, “I want to really see what it is like.” She then grabbed the drill, some screws and clamps, and walked towards me. “Jenna I don’t know” I said, secretly wishing nothing more than for her to bind me. "James" she pleaded, her large eyes all sensitive and hopeful, "just indulge me, it would make me so happy." Her pouty lips, eyes, and tone convinced me. How could I say no to that. "Ok… I trust you. Do your worse" I replied with feigned confidence.
She grabbed one arm and reached it out holding it down with the half-circle clamp as she readied the screwdriver. It was the power sort and the sound sent chills down my spine, knowing it meant my wrists were being snuggly secured. She even made sure my long sleeves were pulled under the cuffs to protect my wrists. Once she screwed on the clamp on my.other arm I knew I was then totally helpless and at her will to let me out. This was a dream come true and I was both terrified and beyond excited. Maybe I could convince her to do this again some another time. One at a time she stretched out my legs and locked them in place with heavy metal screws, making sure to pull down the pants legs of my overalls to protect my ankles more. I had never been more turned on, excited, nervous, and fushed with embarrassment as I was then.
She stepped back to admire her work, taking in the whole display, tapping her finger to her mouth as if she had an idea. "I think you need to scrap the manequin" she stated, "this looks so much better." "Jenna, I could never!" I exclaimed, "I would be helpless and stuck. "I will be right here, protecting you keeping you safe as my prisoner" she asserted. "Jenna" I started to stammer, "I don't think this is a good id…." But he cut me off by coming in, cupping my face in her hands and kissing me in an long passionate kiss. "I…um…you…kiss" said very confused and thrown off. "I like you James, like a lot!" She said, "but I knew you were to shy or nervous or whatever it is to do anything about it, and I knew I would have to take control. Lucky for you, I am dominant." My mouth was agape, "Jenna I like you a lot too. Would you want to go out sometime?" I said nervously. "James of all times to ask me out…close your eyes I have an idea" she instructed. I closed my eyes and felt her draw closer to me, her breath on my neck as she gently kissed it, working her way slowly up toward my lips. She kissed deep and soon we were making out. I tugged at my bonds wanting to hold her and put my hands on her as she was doing to me.
She pulled her lips away from mine and ordered me to not move or open my eyes. My mouth was open in wonderful surprise as I felt something rubber enter between my lips. My eyes shot open as she pickles the ball gag around my head, silencing me. "Before you freak out, listen to what I have to say" she pleaded. 'I want you to be mine, and I think we have both had big crushes on each other for a while. Nod if you agree." I nodded. "Last time we hung out at your place I saw a bag open on your bedroom floor, it was sticking out from the bed" she told me. I knew exactly the bag she meant, it was filled with all sorts of toys and kinky supplies. "Nod your head I'd you are into bondage" she ordered. I took a breath and nodded, my cheeks flush with embarrassment. "Now nod your head I'd you are submissive", to which I also nodded. "I thought so'' she smiled triumphantly, l have a proposition for you the" she said as I gased into her powerful and seductive eyes, "your project is amazing and will surely do good, but it does kinda suck with a mannequin over an actual helpless person. You let me fully restrain you for the show, and I will be your girlfriend. If not I can let you out and we can go on as originally intended. I had planned this for a while, since I found your bag and you told me about your project. Final chance, nod if you want to stay bound and be mine." I took a moment, and in a rush of bravery and excitement I nodded my head to my embarrassing fate.
As if she was expecting this she quickly grabbed additional metal straps, screws, and the drill and began applying more straps to my arms, legs, neck (not too tight), my chest, waist, and just all over. Each of my limbs had at least 4 bands, about 5 going across my torso, and the one on my neck. In short I could only move my head a little. I mmphed at her as she worked and she just hummed back at me in a sing song manner. She then rubbed her hands all over me, including very personal areas. Needless to say, I was excited.
She glanced at her watch and with a little while to spare, she wrote my name and the word 'Artist' on a 'hi my name is…' tag before pressing it onto my chest. A moment later our professor walked in to check out the projects one last time before opening the doors. She stopped and gasped at mine, then told me how brilliant it was and how daring of an artist I was to put myself out there as part of the project. She also gave Jenna heavy praise and with a wink told her to keep an eye on me, but that I should not be too much trouble tonight.
As the doors were now open I heard footsteps and conversation heading our way. There was no turning back now, and with that Jenna kissed me on the nose and went to stand beside her exhibit, facing me, the biggest and happiest smile spread across her face.
(Part 2 on the way)