by Bridy McAvoy
This time, though, the cuffs weren’t in the middle, rather placed at the corners of the bed, meaning she would be truly spread-eagled. All thoughts of joking and kidding around left her mind as he fastened her left wrist into the cuff and moved to her right arm. As she had no other option, she positioned her arm where he could attach the cuff easily and, as he did so, spread her legs apart, pointing her feet to the bottom corners.
“That’s what I like to see—a willing volunteer.”
Chris’s comment raised a round of chuckles from the guys but Kayla kept silent, her eyes following him as he finished attaching the wrist restraints and moved to the foot of the bed, pulling the cuff for her left ankle taut toward her foot. She craned her neck up to see it didn’t reach.
“If you are going to do this kind of shoot you have to be prepared, gentlemen. Simple cuffs on the four corners won’t work unless your model is at least six foot tall and Kayla isn’t, are you?”
“No. Nowhere near.”
Chris adjusted something with a click and the cuff slid right up to her ankle and then another click appeared to lock the chain in place. She felt him get hold of her ankle and lift the leg slightly, then fasten the cuff around her ankle.
“Since Kayla has such delicate, slim and very pretty ankles, the standard cuff will fit comfortably. If your model is a little…shall we say, chunkier in that area then you’ll need bigger ones.”
“Thank you for the compliment, kind sir!”
Chris laughed and the other guys chuckled as Kayla tried to break her own tension by joking once more.
“Comfortable?”
He’d moved to her right foot and was adjusting the chain there in the same way. She wasn’t comfortable with the entire situation but she’d agreed to it. The cuffs weren’t uncomfortable in themselves—Teri hadn’t lied about the padding—she couldn’t feel any metal touching her or biting in.
“No.”
Again, the men all laughed and Chris finished off the restraints and sat on the bed next to her head. She could smell his cologne—he was that close as he leaned down to retrieve the strip of black silk he was going to blindfold her with.
“I’d hoped you’d forgotten about that.”
“Trust me, you’ll prefer it.”
“That sounds a little ominous.”
“No, just trust me.”
“Hmmm…”
He tied the blindfold behind her head and made sure it covered her eyes and wasn’t too tight, then she felt the bed shift under her as he stood up once more. Joking time was over; it was time for the serious side of the class to begin. Kayla braced herself but nothing happened for what seemed like an eternity as she heard the five students pick up their cameras and prepare to photograph her.
Just as she had the week before, Kayla found herself playing images through her mind about what was going to happen. Thoughts of the six men crowding round the bed watching as she writhed in her bonds, all of them pouncing on and pulling her clothing off, then mauling her naked body as she thrashed helplessly beneath the onslaught, sent shivers of anticipation running through her body. Her lips parted and felt dry so she flicked her tongue out to wet them, then quickly shut her mouth as she thought about how that would look to the watching men.
She shivered and the chains at her feet clinked, reminding her of her position. She shuffled her body, trying to get as comfortable as she could, then lay still as awareness of how all these things would look to her observers seeped into her consciousness. Her breathing was quicker, too, and that last movement had irritated her nipples once again, forcing them to full engorgement inside her bra. Her panties even felt damp against her mount as she waited for the shoot to begin.
“So, as you can see, we have our model, the delectable Kayla, bound to the bed, and the lights are positioned so no part of her is in shadow. Kayla trusts me, so has allowed herself to be placed in this position, and trust is the absolute key here. If the model doesn’t trust you—doesn’t trust how far you will go, doesn’t trust you to stay within her limits—then you could end up with a very bad situation indeed, and accusations of assault or even attempted rape. Understood?”
She couldn’t make out the individual voices as they all answered yes to Chris.
“I know where Kayla’s limits are, so you will at all times follow my lead, and do as I say. Do not go further, because I do not want to have to comfort a hysterical friend, nor confront her angry husband! So, once again, are we clear on this?”
Kayla smiled. Chris was doing everything he could think of to get her to relax and warn the five men as well. The problem for her, though, was this point about him knowing where her limits were. He’d never discussed limits with her and, in the rehearsal last week, he’d ended up with his cock in her mouth, cumming down her throat as she came too. If he considered that was within her limits, she had a problem, and a big one!
She couldn’t open her mouth and say anything though—that would reveal what she had done and, her eyes widened under the blindfold, reveal to these guys that was possibly on the cards. She doubted they’d all back off at that point—although one or two might, the rest wouldn’t, Kayla felt sure of that. Visions of her lying there naked, writhing in ecstasy with her mouth open, almost begging for a cock, flashed through her mind. There was no way such an invitation would be ignored by all of them.
She gasped.
“Anything wrong, Kayla?”
She shook her head, embarrassed she’d given herself away.
“Good. Right, gentlemen, gather round the foot of the bed here for the first few shots.”
Kayla drew a deep breath and tried to smile as she imagined what the group could see. The skirt didn’t come to the top of her stockings when she was standing still, let alone lying down with her legs splayed by the cuffs, meaning it had to have ridden up her thighs. Not necessarily a lot, but some, and the exposed skin couldn’t be covered or concealed. She shivered and tried to lie still.
“Now, remember the lesson from last week, about depth of field. You want to try and frame her in focus from her toes all the way to her hands. Take a few concentrating on that.”
The shutters clicked for several moments and then Chris spoke up again.
“Now, we’re going to change the type of shot. I want you to shoot with a very short depth of field, aiming to capture the bare thighs and bare midriff in focus, and allowing the rest to be out of focus. You need to hold the camera steady and get it pin sharp.”
Kayla didn’t need to know. The guys would be disregarding Chris’s instructions, instead concentrating on the shadowed triangle between her spread legs where the skirt prevented a clear view of the panties. She thought several of them would probably be wondering if she was wearing any—after all she’d be nude before long.
“Kayla, sweetie, can you bring your right foot toward you as far as the chain will let you and let the knee rise…good. Is that the limit of the slack? Okay, looks good. Can you do the same with the left leg, please…perfect. Keep still.”
She’d managed to move her feet about six inches, which had lifted her knees well clear of the bed. She wasn’t sure if she’d felt, or imagined she’d felt, the skirt slide up her legs slightly, but she knew she was presenting more of herself to the cameras in any event. She wasn’t sure if they could see right up between her legs, but it had to be close, especially if any of them crouched down. She shuddered as Chris began lecturing again.
“This has added a vertical dynamic to the shot, changing the whole point of focus. I suspect many of you were focusing on her crotch this last time and I want you to continue to do so, but make sure you still have the knees in shot.”
He chuckled and Kayla didn’t know why, but Chris explained straight away.
“Well done, Brad. It seems my lessons about angles didn’t fall on deaf ears last week. As you can all see, and I’ll explain for Kayla’s benefit, he’s crouched down and shooting between the rails of the bed straight between Kayla’s legs. Getting a g
ood shot there, Brad?”
“Great, thanks.”
“Color of the panties?”
“Red and thin.”
They all chuckled and Kayla felt her face flame once more.
“You can let your feet down now, Kayla… Gentlemen, please follow me round to the head of the bed. Although, for your excellent course progress, I guess you deserve a little reward, Brad.”
He paused and Kayla wondered what this so-called reward was going to be—she didn’t need a map to know it was going to involve her in some way, whatever it was.
“We want a bit of a cleavage shot, this time, Brad, and that zip is done up too high. Do you think if Kayla lays still you could manage to unzip it about five or six inches for us?”
“Sure.”
“All right with you, Kayla?”
“And if I say no?”
“I’ll tell you I’m doing it and let Brad do it anyway.”
They all laughed and Kayla had to smile too. He was right, she’d have no idea who was undoing what—she’d know when, but never who was doing it, only who she was told was doing it. Nevertheless, this was going to be the first time any of the students had touched her deliberately, the first time any of them had helped in the process of undressing her—something, which apart from the one occasion last week, she’d done for herself. She wasn’t counting the practice bondage session with Chris—the less thought about that the better.
“I promise I don’t bite.”
Brad’s voice sounded close and she flinched as his fingers gently touched the denim top at the top of the crevice between her breasts.
She felt his fingers grasp the tab of the zip and pull but she didn’t feel or hear the zip go down.
“Sorry, I’m going to have to hold this differently.”
The next thing she felt was the backs of his fingers touching her flesh above the top as he grasped the fabric from the back with one hand and pulled the tab down with the other. Despite him still being in frame, she could hear shutters clicking as several of the others took shots of Brad starting the process of stripping her. She’d already worked out the blindfold wouldn’t be coming off before she was naked except for the ubiquitous stockings and heels.
The skin to skin contact continued as the zipper was drawn down, one hand staying still at the top of her cleavage, the other moving down between her breasts. She gulped in air and tried to stay calm but it wasn’t easy. Her mind was showing the men leaning forward over the end of the bed trying to see more and more of her breasts as the zip continued down.
“You’d best stop there and come and get your own shots, Brad.”
She felt his hands leave her and then heard a burst of renewed clicks from above her head. She arched her neck back as if trying to see them but, of course, couldn’t do so.
“Who was it who broke ranks first and started shooting before Brad got clear?”
Chris waited for a response and she guessed someone raised their hands because he continued.
“Good, someone else who learned a lesson last week. Don’t miss any opportunity to take a picture. The candid ones are often the best. So, Ant, you get a reward too. Put your camera down. I guess Kayla’s getting a bit hot now, so why don’t you adjust her clothing for her. Undo the zip completely but don’t pull the top open, and maybe undo the bottom two buttons on her skirt.”
Of all the guys there, Ant was the one she’d taken a liking to the least. He was slightly older than the rest and he showed it, particularly around the waist. She couldn’t prevent him touching her and this gave her a forbidden thrill—not what she wanted at all. She felt the bed move and tilt under her as he sat on the bed next to her.
“Hi, Kayla.”
“Hello!”
The others chuckled, but the man had a clear intent with talking to her.
“You okay with this?”
His voice was gentle and she tried to put the image of his rather pudgy hands touching her out of her mind. He was trying to be nice; she needed to respond to that rather than the situation. She smiled in his general direction.
“I’m fine. I’ll let you know if I’m not.”
His hand landed on her bare midriff and grasped the bottom edge of her top, pulling the garment taut. His other hand moved to her upper chest, just above the top of her breasts, and one finger traced slowly down the exposed portion of her cleavage. She heard cameras clicking again as well as a few muffled exclamations as he took more liberties than anyone else, other than perhaps, Chris, had expected. Kayla forced herself to lie perfectly still, and tried to keep the smile plastered to her face, although her breathing quickly became irregular.
It felt like ages but his fingers grabbed the tab of the zip and started pulling it down, his palm seemingly inadvertent in the way it grazed the top of her breast in passing. The pressure was very, very light, but enough to drag her nipple down and then release it again, rubbing the sensitive flesh against the inside of her thin bra. She gasped and bit her lip and concentrated on staying still.
Ant knew the gasp was caused by his own actions and took his time disengaging the bottom of the zip and letting go, but Kayla knew the ordeal had only just started. He shuffled lower on the bed and his hands touched the front of her naked thighs just above her stockings and began to slide upward. She had visions of his hands sliding under the skirt and plundering her defenseless pussy through the scrap of netting that made up the front of her panties and she shuddered under his touch. His soft chuckle answered her, but his fingers moved onto the skirt where he found and undid the bottom one of the four buttons. His hands slid away back onto her thighs, toyed momentarily with the elastic tops of her stockings and then slid back up her bare flesh once more, repeating the process with the next button. Kayla was trembling from the stress of the moment, her body fighting for air as this middle-aged man, older than her father by about ten years, continued to touch her body without any intervention from the class leader, Chris.
“Come and take your shots, Ant.”
She strained to look in the direction of Chris’s voice but of course the blindfold cut off any voiceless protest. She assumed Teri was still in the room watching, but couldn’t know for sure, and Chris seemed unconcerned about her plight and the way Ant had taken more liberties than Chris had instructed him to do. She knew she could complain, but if she did, the shoot, and probably the whole modeling job would be over. Concentrating on the four thousand dollars she was going to receive, she fought to control her breathing. She doubted she’d get all the way through the shoot without her body taking over and losing control, but she would delay that for as long as possible.
The sound of the camera shutters firing died away and she waited for Chris’s next instruction to whoever would be performing the next step in undressing her. She tried to remain still, tried to slow her breathing, but the anticipation was having as much effect as the actual touching had and she could feel the growing tingling in her body.
“I guess it’s time for someone to remove that top completely—it’s in the way now. Andy, you going to do the honors? I suggest you get Kayla to lift her head so you can undo the halter first, then move it to the sides and get her to lift so you can slide it out.”
Kayla knew his detailed instructions didn’t prevent her from being touched, and there was nothing she could do about it. Once more she felt the bed compress as another older man took his place sitting next to her. She didn’t wait to be told, lifting her head from the bed and craning her neck forward to give him as much access as possible. She didn’t want him accidentally on purpose undoing the string for her bra at the same time. When Chris spoke it was clear he’d had the same thought.
“Just the denim strap, Andy, leave the other one for another lucky guy.”
“Ah, shucks!”
The chuckles mingled with the sounds of cameras shooting again as he loosened the strap and moved the two pieces to either side of her head. She allowed her head to fall back and felt herself start to pant as his
hands touched her shoulders and trailed down toward the top of the opening of the denim halter. His fingertips traced a path across the top of her breasts and she flinched slightly from the contact, then they took hold of the edges of the denim material and began to move sideways. Instantly, Kayla knew she was in trouble—his fingers were moving out to the side, incredibly slowly, but maintaining contact with her skin all the time, and tracing a direct line from her cleavage out across her nipples to the sides. If his fingers touched her nipples in this state she knew she couldn’t prevent her body from reacting.
Keeping still seemed to be the only option, but it wasn’t easy as his fingers spread the denim halter neck top wider and wider, exposing more and more of the mounds of her breasts encased in the flimsy lace net of the bra. They moved closer and closer to her nipples and then touched the peaks of swollen rigid flesh.
Kayla couldn’t prevent the reaction. Her back arched and she groaned as her lips parted and her tongue flicked out to tease her own lips. Her ass shuddered as pleasure washed through her and she sank back to the bed moaning in the aftermath—it wasn’t a big orgasm, but it had been a small, short one, and an unwelcome one.
“I think she enjoyed that, Andy.”
Kayla knew her face was flaming again as the men chuckled and bit her lip once more but arched her back when he pulled on the top to allow him to remove it from between her and the bed.
“Time to move back to the foot of the bed, gentlemen, if you please.”
She heard them moving around and she guessed as they moved past her, all of them would be feasting their eyes on her breasts, contained but not covered by the ridiculously thin red lace. It was obvious her skirt was next and the level of exposure, given the panties were just as thin as the bra, would increase exponentially once more.
“Who hasn’t had a turn yet? Ah, Phil, I guess it’s your turn to undo the buttons on the skirt and then ask her, politely, to lift her butt from the bed to slide it clear.”