The Art Class Prisoner (Closed)

[Clairethemodel]

THE ART CLASS PRISONER

by Claire

Author's preface​

This story is written by the author only, but there is a second input. This is from Dave who, after each section of the story, will give his reactions telling us what effect the story has had on him and how he is feeling about it. Then the next section will be written, and so on. Dave will not contribute in any way to the events in the story. He will just react.

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Melanie, known to her friends as Mel, was an artist who worked in an art shop in a newly developed area of town which some years ago had been covered by large warehouses and heavy industry. Above the row of shops were two further floors which housed suites of offices catering for a wide variety of businesses.

On the first floor was a large restaurant where most of the people who worked in the building went for their main meals and snacks during the day. As Mel had been working in the building for several years she liked the opportunity to meet with people she had become friendly with over coffee or a meal.

These contacts, together with those she was able to make with customers who patronised the art shop, ensured a constant stream of friends and acquaintances who were interested in her art and who often gave her commissions for paintings and drawings and also some photography work. The latter came in very useful when customers wanted paintings of their pets. Getting a dog or a cat to sit still for her to paint them was almost impossible so that her photographic ability was useful to take a few photographs and to develop a final painting from those.

Quite close to the shops and offices, in an undeveloped area of the town, were a number of old warehouses. They were due for demolition in a few years time, but in the meantime the owners let them out to craftsmen and artists as studios at very low rents. It was in one of these that Mel had her studio which she used for both art and photography. She also ran several art and photography classes catering for all ages and abilities. Most of these were in the evening but she also ran a few half-hour lunchtime sessions for people who worked in the area and who were prepared to spend some of their lunchtime on their hobbies. With her shop job, her assignments and her classes Mel made quite a reasonable living.

Knowing so many people who worked in the building meant that Mel would always share a table with a friend when she visited the restaurant. One young man she often used to meet - in fact she kept a sharp eye open for him - was a young guy called Dave. He was a designer and managed one of the departments of his designing company. Mel was very keen on Dave and would always share his table if it was at all possible.

He was a friendly chap and they often had long conversations about things that interested them. But Dave had never asked Mel to go out with him. She knew he was single and unattached so she couldn't understand why he didn't take more interest in her.

In the recent warm weather he'd been dressed in tight jeans and a thin T-shirt which showed off his slim muscular body. Mel had been fancying him something rotten and her advances had become ever more obvious. She started wearing revealing clothes, low necklines and short skirts, but all to no avail. On one occasion she bought two tickets for a concert and told Dave that her friend had intended going with her but was unable to do so. She asked if he'd like the spare ticket but Dave had told her that he had to work late that evening and couldn't go.

Mel was getting really frustrated with him and got the impression that he was rejecting her advances. At home she would sometimes fantasise about getting him to pose as her nude life model in her studio. Just thinking about this scenario would often make her quite wet. So one evening, after fortifying herself with a couple of large vodkas, she decided she would ask him along to her studio as her model. She wouldn't ask him to pose as her nude life model, that would be a step too far, but he might not object to being a portrait model.

Two days later she had her opportunity. When she visited the restaurant, Dave was sitting alone at a table engrossed in a newspaper. She went straight over.

"Hi Dave! You OK?"

"Fine thanks Mel. I just wish the weather would cool down a bit."

"Yeah. 'Tis hot. I was almost frying in the car this morning in that traffic holdup."

Dave laughed. "You were caught too. The air conditioning in my car has packed in and that's made things much worse."

"Oh dear. Poor you," sympathised Mel.

"Yes, I'm thinking of getting a new car. Wouldn't mind an open tourer, specially in this weather, but the one I was looking at in this paper is a bit pricey." He spun the paper around for Mel to see.

"Mmmmm! Yes. You've got great taste in cars Dave. That's really sleek. Does the gorgeous model standing by the car come with it?"

Dave grinned at her. "Might see if I can stretch to it," he muttered. "The car, not the girl I mean."

Mel laughed and straight away grasped her opportunity. "Oh, by the way Dave, I'm running a portrait class next week. Would you like to be my model? The pay's not bad. Might help you to pay for the new car." She gave a short giggle.

"That's a thought, he replied smiling at her. "When's the class?"

"Wednesday evening."

Dave took out his diary. "Mmm. Yes, OK. But I must warn you I've never done any modelling. I might not be any good."

Mel was thrilled. "Oh I'm sure you'll be great. All you've got to do is sit still and let the students draw you. Most of them are middle-aged women. They asked me if I could get a handsome male model - and now I have."

Dave laughed. "Flattery'll get you everywhere Mel."

She smiled back at him. "I wish!" she thought silently to herself. "I really wish!"

"I've never visited your studio Mel. You'll have to tell me where it is."

"Oh, it's easy to find. Just carry on down the road from this building for two hundred yards and cross over to the red warehouse. I'm in studio five on the second floor. They're all signed."

"And what time do you want me?"

Mel was tempted to answer "All the time! Any time!" But she didn't. She just smiled and replied "The class is at 7.30. But if you come about 7.00 I can show you round the studio before we start. Not that there's much to see apart from my work."

"I'd like that," he replied. "The only time I've seen your work was in a local exhibition in the museum."

"Well, if that didn't put you off, I can show you some more on Wednesday."

"What do you want me to wear for the portrait?" he asked.

Mel could think of a very short answer to that question - "Nothing!" But she kept her cool. "Oh it'll be very informal. Just as you are now will be fine: jeans and T-shirt."

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Mel had planned Wednesday evening very thoroughly. She arrived early and sorted through her paintings and drawings putting them in small piles on a table near the wall. To keep them flat she placed a drawing-board on top of each pile and labelled them. They were "Landscape", "Architecture", "Portrait" and "Life". She planned to show Dave the portrait pile first. That would seem quite natural as he could then see the sort of paintings that the students would do. She'd also show him some of her landscapes. But she deliberately would keep the life drawings until the class was over and all the students had left. Then she would show Dave the nude drawings.

She heard footsteps on the stairs followed by a knock on the studio door.

"Hi Dave! Come on in and take seat." He sat in one of the chairs she'd arranged in a semi-circle for the eight students she was expecting. Mel sat down next to him. "Any news about your new car?" she asked with a smile.

"Yes indeed. I took the plunge and bought it this morning."

"Wonderful! I'd like to see it some time."

"Of course."

"I've just been sorting some of my artwork on the table over there. Would you like to see some?" She stood up and led him towards the table.

"That looks quite a lot of paintings Mel. You've been a busy girl."

Mel took the drawing-board off the portrait pile. "You might think it's quantity over quality," she giggled. "I'm no Michelangelo I'm afraid, but I do my best."

Dave was impressed with her portraits. "Hey Mel! These are very good. I didn't know you had such talent."

"Thank you, kind sir. I have all sorts of talents you don't know about," she said with a flirty giggle.

"I notice that most of the models are women," commented Dave.

"That's right. Women seem to love being models. Male models are rather scarce. That's why the class will be so thrilled to have you this evening."

Mel showed him the rest of the portraits and then started on the landscape pile. Soon a knock on the door announced that the first two students had arrived. Mel briefly introduced them to Dave, then they went over to the lockers and started to unpack their equipment. The other six students arrived in quick succession and there was a hubub of chatter as they sat down. Mel introduced Dave to them all as the model for the evening and there were appreciative comments that "It was nice to have a man for a change", and a few motherly remarks from some of the older women.

"OK everyone," said Mel brightly. "We'll make a start. Dave, would you like to sit in that armchair facing us and make yourself comfortable. Get nice and relaxed. That's right. Just turn your head a little more to the right. The lighting's better. Great." Mel enjoyed telling Dave what to do. How she'd like him to be her life model!

"Right folks," she continued. "We'll work for forty minutes as usual and then have our coffee break. "I'll draw along with you as usual and after fifteen minutes I'll come around to see how you're doing. If you need help at any other time, just shout."

Everything went quiet and no one said a word. All Dave could hear was the scratching of pencils on paper. Although he couldn't move his body, he was able to move his eyes to look around the group. He noticed that most of the women looked to be over forty or more. There were only two men in the group and they looked even older. Dave thought they looked a pretty safe lot. His mind wandered and he thought about his new car and wondered whether he could really afford it. His thoughts were eventually interrupted by Mel getting to her feet.

"OK folks. We'll take a break there. I'll make the coffee now. Angela, would you mind going round with the biscuits please?"

After the coffee break the students took their seats again and Mel arranged Dave in the same position. This time she moved his legs and arms with her hands and also the position of his head. She wanted Dave to get used to her touching him. She had plans for Dave!!

Forty minutes later the class ended. The students placed their drawings on their chairs and everyone looked at them. There was a short time of discussion and Mel pointed out the good and the bad points of each one. In the end everyone agreed that Mel's was easily the best portrait and that she'd caught the likeness of Dave in a very dramatic fashion. The class then put all their equipment in their lockers and sauntered out of the studio leaving Mel and Dave alone.

Mel opened her handbag and took out an envelope. She handed it to Dave with a smile. "There's your modelling fee, and I want to thank you for being such an excellent model." She gave him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks Mel. My very first modelling fee. I'll put it towards my new car." They both laughed. Mel led him towards the table where her piles of drawings were."

"I'm really impressed with the portrait you did of me," said Dave.

"Yes, I was quite pleased with it too," Mel replied. "You must have inspired me. Would you like it?"

"Oh. that's very kind of you. I'd love it. I might even frame it and put it on my wall."

"D'you want to see some more of my artwork?" asked Mel.

She took the drawing board off the life drawing pile. "These are some I did during my life drawing classes," she said showing several nude female models.

"Wow! You're good at drawing nude figures as well," said Dave. He picked up another drawing. "Why is this girl posing with a tennis racquet?"

"Well, I often have a theme for the session. This one is 'The Tennis Player'."

"That's a good idea," said Dave.

"Of course they are just the female models. The male models are much more difficult," she said producing a sanguine pencil drawing of a nude male.

"So you draw men as well!"

"When I can get one. I really prefer male models. Their muscles are much better defined so I have to deal with a lot of small areas trying to represent three dimensions. It means a lot of very careful shading and highlights. But I love doing it. It's a real challenge. The trouble is male models are rather rare."

"Why's that?" asked Dave.

"Well, modelling is generally part-time work and women like that. Men usually work full time." Mel took a deep breath and her courage in both hands. "Would you like to do some life modelling for me?" she asked looking Dave straight in the eyes to see his reaction.

He gave a short laugh and took another look at the drawing. "Me? Life modelling? Not certain I'd like to pose in the nude."

"Why not? You've got a good slim body and I can see your abdominals through that T-shirt. I know the girls would love to draw you. They don't bite!"

They both laughed. "Well . . . I . . . er. . ."

"You get a bigger fee for life modellling," interrupted Mel. "Help to pay for your car."

Dave rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Mmm. S'pose it would at that."

"Go on! I'd love to draw you. You'll be helping me out. And I'll give you my first drawing."

He gave a short laugh. "That's a kind offer," he said. "But I won't put that one on the wall."

"You'll do it then?" exclaimed Mel.

"Yeeees. Why not?"

Mel threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again. "Great!"

As Dave made his way back home he started thinking. What had he let himself in for? Was he going to regret this?

 

[grant_s]

Love the story so far Claire.

 

[Clairethemodel]

How Dave is feeling after part 1



As I explained in my preface to this story, after I write each section, Dave will give his reactions to what has happened to him in the story so far. In other words he will say how he feels about the events which have taken place.

I had seven voluteers to be Dave and to say how they felt, so Dave's comments are a combination of seven guys. If the comments seem to say different things, then this is the reason.

I have not heard from all seven as yet but I suppose it's possible that some are on holiday. If I get more comments I will post those later. Then I will write part 2 of the story.

THE COMMENTS FROM DAVE SO FAR:

My situation makes me excited. I went home and masturbated thinking about Mel. I thought about her drawings, and suddenlyI found myself fantasising about being naked for her. I imagined getting hard in front of her and embarrassed and Mel calming me down telling me how natural it is.
I stroked myself hard imaging all the people drawing me, especially the older ladies.
I also got very excited at how manipulative Mel could be, and almost imagined her drugging me, maybe with viagra so I got a hard on that wouldn't go down.

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After agreeing to pose nude for Mel and her class, I questioned what exactly I got myself into............all the while*feeling a little nervous...........but somewhat excited.* Then I hoped my body would behave in a professional manner, but the thought of Mel and her class looking me over while completely naked made my cock twitch..........so I thought of one of the older women getting disgusted if I were to get an erection......which made it subside.*
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Knowing I could control my erection by thinking certain thoughts made me feel a little more at ease......but I also questioned and hoped I would NOT be looking in Mel's direction while posing........which would make it harder to control my thoughts while watching her eyes roam over my body.*
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Additionally, I wasn't crazy about taking money for posing due to me purchasing a car that I may not be able to afford,*but I guess if I'm going to live beyond my financial means*then I'll have to tough it out.

 

[grant_s]

As Dave

As Dave I would be feeling:


This really did excite me. As Dave, I would seem nervous, maybe with a very little sexual experience, maybe an all boys schooling, and focused on his job. The advances are met with rejection, cause he doesn't know how to interact with woman, not one as beautiful as Mel.

When she asks him to model, its okay, he will have his clothes on, and Mel said the women will be middle aged so that's okay, and he needs the cash for his car, so he goes along. Modelling is fun, and seeing the end product, Dave sees its really not that bad, and thinks it will be similar when he does Life modelling.

Its only when he drives home that he thinks about it properly, and begins to have doubts, but he also wouldn't want to let Mel down. Dave, at the thought, once home, takes a shower, but once in he shower, strokes himself, at the thought of baring all for Mel, and her students

 

[Clairethemodel]

Art Class Prisoner Part 2

Dave was left wondering just when Mel might phone him and ask him to model. Sometimes he hoped she wouldn't ask him but then, at other times, he would be glad to get it over with. It would certainly be a new experience. He'd never posed completely naked for a class of mainly women.

Mel, for her part, couldn't wait to get Dave on the podium. She'd often fantasised about seeing him naked and having sex with him, but all to no avail. She thought that he might change his mind and phone up to say he didn't want to do it, so the sooner she acted the better. She hit on the idea of organising one of her half hour lunchtime classes. She'd ask some of her younger female students if they'd be interested. Some of them were quite glamorous and were crazy about men so they'd probably go along with her plan. Mel made a few quick phone calls and she giggled quite a lot as she made her arrangements. Finally she'd arranged a class for seven of the girls lunchtime on Wednesday, in just two days time.

She phoned Dave. "Hi Dave! Just phoning to make arrangements for your modelling session at my life class."

"Oh . . .er . . . hello Mel. Yes . . . I did say I'd . . ."

"Don't say you're thinking of letting me down," cooed Mel in her sexiest voice.

"Er . . . well, no, no of course not. Um . . . when is the class?"

"For your convenience, I've arranged it for Wednesday lunchtime. I knew you'd be in work, so it will be easy for you to come along."

"Oh, yes . . . well that's very good of you," replied Dave feeling trapped and knowing he now could not get out of it. "What time do you want me at the studio?"

"We're starting at 12.30, so if you can be there shortly before that it will be fine. It's quite a small class, only seven students."

Dave felt slightly reassured at this news. "OK Mel. I'll see you on Wednesday just before 12.30. I'll make arrangements to take a longer dinner hour.

"Great! I'll do the same. It'll be good to have plenty of time. See you on Wednesday."

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Dave found it difficult to concentrate on his work on Wednesday morning. He kept wondering how he'd get on, but he comforted himself with the knowledge that there would only be seven students. In his imagination he thought of the four older men and women in the portrait class. There's only be another three. That shouldn't be too bad. He told his assistant that he would be a bit late getting back after lunch as he had an outside appointment.

He entered the studio and found Mel arranging the circle of chairs and the easels.

"Hi Dave!" said Mel going over to meet him and giving him a friendly hug. "Let me show you the changing room. She led him to a tiny partitioned off area of the room and drew back the curtain. There was just a chair and a few coat hooks inside. "There you are. There's a robe hanging up there for you. Give me a shout when you've got it on.

Dave felt decidedly nervous as he took off his clothes and put them on the chair. He felt happier when he put the robe on. It was fairly large and more than adequately covered him. He brushed aside the curtain.

"OK Mel."

She looked around and smiled, then walked in a very business-like fashion over to the cubicle. She carefully folded up Dave's clothes.

"There we are. Now, I'll put these safely away. You don't want to lose them do you? Walking back to the office naked wouldn't do at all would it?" she giggled. She took Dave's clothes over to the set of lockers, opened one and put his clothes inside. Then she twirled the numbered lock. She looked at Dave. "There we are. They're safely locked away. No-one else can get at them. I'll let you have them back - much later."

Dave suddenly realised that now he couldn't get at his clothes. The only person who could was Mel. What did she mean by "Much later?" He started to feel slightly nervous. A light knock on the studio door interrupted his thoughts. He turned to see two young women enter. They looked in their early twenties. One had long blond hair and the other was a red head. Dave noticed how well they were made up. Both of them wore quite short skirts, brightly coloured blouses and high heels which clattered on the bare studio floor as they went over to the lockers for their equipment. Mel introduced Dave to them as they did so. They came over to shake his hand and he noticed they were wearing very nice perfume. Neither of them had been at the portrait class.

A few minutes later three more young women arrived. They were dressed similarly to the others, but the brunette had very large boobs and a very low cut blouse. Dave's eyes were drawn to her obvious cleavage. She spoke to Mel.

"Oh, Mel, Louise and Diane asked me to tell you that they'll be a little bit late. They have to attend a lecture."

"Thanks Becky," replied Mel. She turned to Dave. "They're two young students at the art college. They'll get here as soon as they can. I think we'll make a start without them. They can join in later."

Dave looked around at the six young women he was now sharing the studio with. Not a man in sight! There were two young students to come. That means there'd be sixteen female eyes looking at him stark naked. All he was wearing was a robe, and the perfume was beginning to have an effect on everything the robe was hiding. As Mel led him over to the podium he realised that he would now have to take the robe off. He'd be the only man in the room and he'd be naked.

 

[nights1717]

treat

Oh Dave is in for a treat
i am loving the suspense, the tension as to see where it goes for Dave

 

[grant_s]

As Dave

Daves Feelings.

Every time the phone rang, Dave's heart missed a beat, wondering if it was Mel, and when Mel's voice came through, he was shaky, but he had agreed to do it, and didn't want to let Mel down and her goading didn't help. Unable to concentrate, with butterflies fluttering in his stomach, lunchtime could not come quick enough, if Mel had arranged it for after work Dave was sure he would make himself sick.

Arriving at Mel's studio, Dave entered, his heart racing a million miles an hours, seeing only Mel there, he was relieved he decided to go a little early. Mel looked wonderful, and her friendly greeting settled him a little. That lasted very shortly when he stripped off his work clothes, before wrapping the robe around him, after calling Mel over, he nerves picked up again. Not quite sure why, Mel said he would get his clothes much later.

Those thought were put on hold, as he heard the knock on the door, he turned slowly, and saw two rather beautiful young woman enter, his only comfort that the woman would be older like the portrait class were dashed, and had managed to keep his erection in check, but now, he felt blood filling his groin as he took in the beauty of the two girls, and their cocktail of perfume filled the room. Dave tried hard to control himself thinking of something to avoid getting an erection, he thought of the older women, which helped a little. He kept focusing on the cleavage of the brunette.

Not knowing where to look any more, the room was filling with beautiful women, and two more were still to join them. Under the robe, Dave was sporting an erection when it was time to disrobe, and he didn't know where to look any more, he was mortified his face flushed, trapped as he had no way getting his clothes.

 

[Clairethemodel]

Responses to part 2


Here are the responses to part 2 of the story. Part 3 will follow shortly.

OMG the story is full of hot, sexual suspense!!* I love it!!!* This will get me hard in bed when I retire thinking about it.* I can see myself as Dave and you as Mel.* Me on a plinth and all those female eyes looking at my naked body, the tightening balls and the slightly twitchy cock elongating with every breath that Mel takes.* Jeez Claire I would love to be in this situation with you stroking my balls and cock with some silky gloves, making me spurt my jet of cum.

I would be nervous at this point but very excited as well to know all of these young women were going to be looking at my naked body.* I don't think I will be able to prevent from getting an erection, especially if they didn't react negatively once it started to grow a bit.

 

[Clairethemodel]

Part 3

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Dave took a deep breath and stepped up onto the podium. Then he turned to face the semi-circle of sexy young women. Mel stood a few feet away just to the side of him. This gave the class a full frontal view.

“OK Dave. If you’ll just . . . er . . .take off your robe, we can . . . um . . . start the poses.”

Dave smiled weakly down at her as he undid the belt and slid the robe over his shoulders and off. He couldn’t believe he was standing naked in front of this group of women. Mel stepped forward and held out her hand.

“Shall I take the robe?” she asked meaningfully. She walked over to the changing cubicle and hung the robe inside. Dave realized he would not be able to make a quick grab for it from that distance.

Mel returned and stood looking at Dave. He could feel her eyes sweeping up and down his naked body taking in every detail. The others did the same and he could hear appreciative murmurings and bits of conversations and giggling. . . .”well endowed . . .good size . . . I like it . . . makes a change from females etc etc . . .”

Mel was obviously impressed. “Yessss! I can’t wait to get started Dave. We usually draw a few short gesture poses, just two or three minutes each, to loosen up a bit before doing the longer poses on our special theme. You can pretend to do a few simple actions like crouching, bending over, starting a race, leaning on something, kneeling . . . anything you fancy. You can just stand there for the first pose. Just hold your hands behind your head and look up a bit. That’s great. I’ll time the pose and tell you when to do the next one.”

With that Mel returned to her seat with the others and started to draw.
Dave knew he was presenting a full frontal view of his naked body. He realized that his penis was enlarging but was thankful that, so far, he didn’t have an erection. Mel went quickly around the group offering a few quick comments and then said, “OK Dave, let’s have another pose.”

This time he crouched down giving the students only a side view. That gave him some breathing space. He gave a rear view for the next pose which relaxed him even more, and finally he sat on the edge of the podium and leaned back. A few minutes later Mel stood up.

“Thanks ladies. We’ll move into our longer pose now. Our theme today is “The Prisoner”. She turned to Dave. “Perhaps you’d like to see the sketches the class have done while I get a few things ready. Just wander around and have a look.”

As he had no robe to wear Dave was forced to walk over to the students naked and wander along the semi-circle just a few feet away from the women. They were very friendly and most of them giggled and said they hadn’t done him justice with their drawings. He picked up Mel’s sketch book to see what she’d done. He was impressed with her work.

“These are good Mel,” he said. The other women gathered around him to have a look. Dave was hemmed in on both sides with some of the women touching him. He wondered whether it was done accidentally or on purpose.

“Will you come over here please?” asked Mel. He went over to where she was standing close to two upright posts which were helping to hold up the ceiling of the old warehouse. He noticed that Mel was holding some rope in her hands.

“Now, Dave, I want you to imagine that you are a prisoner in a dungeon and you are tied to these posts,” she said as she started tying a length of rope around his wrist. “You’d be tied up so that you couldn’t escape,” she explained as she fastened the rope to the post. She quickly did the same to his other arm and Dave found himself standing facing the class with his arms tied out to the side.

Mel took a step back to survey her handiwork. She smiled at her model. “Yes, I think you’ll do nicely,” she said with some satisfaction. “OK girls, let’s draw our naked prisoner.” They all giggled and sat down to draw.

As they did so there was another knock at the door and in walked the two art students. They were chatting and giggling as they walked in. Then their eyes saw the naked model tied in front of them and they stopped dead in their tracks.

Dave noticed that they were younger than any of the others and were both blondes. They were wearing two of the shortest skirts he’d ever seen and, above a very large area of bare midriff, they wore skimpy tops. As they wriggled their way over to the lockers and back Dave noticed they both wore high heels and had gorgeous legs. They were a real pair of turn-ons and Dave immediately started to react.

One of the blondes sat on a chair and the other just squatted on the floor. When she lifted her knees to rest her drawing pad Dave could see right up her skirt to the tops of her thighs. He looked down and could see his excited penis starting to rise. The two students looked at each other and smiled.

Dave was helpless to do anything about this because of his hands being tied out to the side. It seemed to him that wherever he looked he saw something to further his sexual arousal. The redhead dropped her pencil on the floor and bent forward to pick it up so that he could see right down her low blouse. Others kept crossing and uncrossing their legs.

Eventually Dave realized that he had a full erection and, after he heard a few giggles and a cough or two he realized he would have to say something about it and perhaps have a break for a few minutes.

“Er . . . Mel . . I’m afraid I’ve . . .”

“Yes, we can all see. You’ve got an erection,” stated Mel simply. “Don’t worry about it Dave. It’s perfectly natural for a man to get an erection from time to time.” She looked along the line of students. “None of you are worried about it are you girls?”

“Definitely not!” stated the redhead. “What would we girls do without erections?” This drew hoots of uncontrollable laughter, much to Dave’s discomfort.

They all agreed that they were not worried in the slightest and carried on having a good look and drawing what they saw. One of the blonde students gave a giggle and said, “I quite like you with an erection. It means your testicles are completely exposed so I can make a good drawing of them. Usually they are slightly hidden.”

“And there’s more for us to draw,” giggled her companion which brought a round of laughter from everyone.

Poor Dave was helpless to do anything about his situation except to stand there and wonder why he got himself into such an embarrassing situation. Little did he know that even worse was to follow.

 

[Clairethemodel]

Comments from "Dave" on part 3

His exposure is what causes his first wave of embarrassment, then hearing the women comment on his cock, sparks a new wave of embarrassment. With the poses he begins to relax again, aroused by the beautiful women he is standing naked in front of, he becomes comfortable.
Then Mel decides to change things, and have him walk over to see what they have sketched, the intoxicating smell of their perfume causing a new wave of embarrassment, and excitement, as the girls show their sketches, and most comment on his cock and the justice they did or didn't give him. Having the girls brush against him, has him nervously excited when Mel calls him over

As he is tied, and the two new girls enter, their beauty and revealing clothing, showing glimpses of themselves to Dave, has him embarrassingly getting an erection, a good hard one, and as the girls joke about his new state of arousal, he is embarrassed by them further, talking about his testicles and erection

Not knowing where to look as the girls are in a semi circle, and one is squatting on the floor, it seems all the girls are trying their best to expose and torture the bound Dave.

 

[dommom16]

To the great Claire

I am absolutely in love with this story! The way in which it is written with the slow build up and the tricking is fantastic. COuld I please encourage you to write more of this great story. In fact, I would volunteer myself for this situation in real life and I do have a twist to it that you find "interesting".

One of the best cfnm femdom stories I have EVER read and I read alot of them too.

Thank you Claire

 

[Clairethemodel]

Part 4. The end of the story: Dave's final humiliation

“O.K. girls,” announced Mel suddenly. “Just five minutes to go before we finish, so try to capture the last details in your drawings.”

“Oh, I captured the important details several minutes ago,” giggled the blonde student. Everyone laughed and giggled.

Dave was relieved to hear Mel’s announcement. At least he only had another five minutes of this humiliating torment. He didn’t realize that this was to be a false dawn for him.

Suddenly Mel’s mobile phone rang. “Oh. Hi Emma! . . . What? . . . Today? . . . I thought we’d arranged it for tomorrow. Are Hannah, Katie and Lisa with you? . . . So you’ll be here in a few minutes . . . Two new ones? Yes, I can manage that. We’ll only be six . . . Yes, by a stroke of good fortune I do have a model - young, good looking and male.” Emma made a comment on the other end of the line that sent Mel into fits of giggling. “Control yourself, girl!” said Mel. “See you in a few minutes.”

Mel faced her students. “Terribly sorry girls but we’ll have to call it a day. I’d forgotten that I had arranged a half hour photography class for this lunch hour. The students are on their way. I’m sorry to have to rush you out like this.”

She then walked over to Dave. “I’m so sorry about this Dave, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to press you into service - as my photographic model this time - for another half an hour. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Well . . . I . . . er . .” began Dave.

“I thought you wouldn’t,” cut in Mel quickly. “To make it easy we’ll keep the same prisoner theme. We’ve done some nude sessions in the past with female models. Emma was thrilled when I told her we had a male model, and I didn’t even mention the fact that you’d be nude.”

“But . . . I . . . th . . .” spluttered Dave.

“She and her friends will be ecstatic when they know they have a nude male model to photograph,” interrupted Mel.

“Mel . . . I didn’t realize I’d be photographed,” said Dave pleadingly.

“I know,” replied Mel in a sympathetic voice. “But, really, it’s no big deal. You just have to stand there and pose while the girls photograph you.”
Dave opened his mouth to protest but was cut short by the chorus of goodbyes from the art class who were all making their way to the studio door. “Bye Mel! Bye Dave!”

The blonde student winked at Dave. “And thanks for keeping it up for us Dave. You did so well.” They left in a fit of giggles.

Mel smiled as she turned back to face the desperate-looking Dave. “You see how popular you are as a nude model?” She looked down at his naked penis. “Oh dear, your erection is going down quite a bit. I must say that I personally like the way it looks – enlarged and curving outwards like that, but I know the girls would really love to photograph you with a full erection. This class are the sexiest bunch I teach. I never know what they’re going to do or say next.”

She took a step towards Dave and spoke in a half whisper. “Do you think you could get it up for the photographic class Dave. I know they’d be thrilled. Um . . . er . . . perhaps I can help.” She looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was in the studio then she reached down and took Dave’s subsiding penis in her hand and slowly let her fingers wander up and down it.

Dave groaned quietly as he once more felt the arousal between his legs.

“There, you actually like it don’t you, you naughty boy?” Mel laughed.

Suitably encouraged Mel cupped Dave’s testicles in her other hand while continuing with her soft stroking. Soon his erection was pointing once more at the ceiling.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” yelled Mel. Her invitation was immediately followed by four young and sexily dressed women all carrying a camera. They took several steps into the room and then stopped in their tracks as they saw the naked Dave complete with a full erection.

“Woweeee!” gasped Emma. Her sentiments were echoed in a variety of words by the other three.

“Girls, this is Dave, your model for the session. Dave, these are four of the young ladies who are going to photograph you.

Quickly they walked over to their nude model and looked him up and down at close quarters. “I’m really going to enjoy this session,” burst out Lisa.”

“We’ve never had a nude male model before,” added Hannah.

“And one with such an impressive erection!” stated Katie.

Another knock at the door drew Mel’s attention. “Oh. I expect that’ll be the two extra students you mentioned Emma. I’ll let them in while you four have a chat to Dave. Mel opened the door slightly but instead of letting the two students in she spoke to them outside in a low voice. There were some giggles and laughter.

Mel came back into the studio on her own and walked over to the lockers. She opened one and took out what seemed to be a length of black material. Then she walked over to Dave and spoke very seriously and quietly to him. “Dave, I’m sorry to have to tell you that I’m going to have to blindfold you for the rest of this session.” She started to put the cloth around his eyes.

“B. . . b. . . but why do you have to do that?” protested Dave who, being securely tied was unable to do anything about it.

“Well, unfortunately, I’ve just been told that one of the two students waiting outside works in your department and the other works on the same floor. As they looked in they recognized you and said they’d feel terribly embarrassed photographing you nude if you knew who they were. So to spare their blushes I’ll leave this blindfold on so you won’t know who they are.” To emphasize her point she tied the cloth tightly at the back of Dave’s head.

“To spare their blushes!” yelled Dave. What about my blushes. I’m the one who’s naked. I won’t know where to look when I get back to the office!”

“Mmmm I suppose that’s true,” said Mel in a sympathetic voice. “Well, you’ll just have to study the expressions on all the faces of the females in your department to see if you can tell who they are.”

“B . . . b . . . who’ll they show the photos to?” argued Dave.

“Good point Dave,” agreed Mel. “But I’m sure they’ll only show them to their close friends – not everyone in your office. Oh, and I’ve agreed with them to give them fictitious names so they’ll be absolutely anonymous.” There were giggles from the two girls concerned.

Mel turned to face all her students. “O.K. girls. Let’s make a start. We are going to use the same theme as I did with the life drawing class, that is we have to imagine that Dave is a bound prisoner who cannot escape. Now, just imagine he’s been tied up for a week or so in some dungeon . . .”

“Oh, I see,” laughed Emma. “And as he hasn’t had a woman for a whole week, that’s the reason he’s feeling horny and has an erection.” The others roared with laughter.

Mel smiled. “There you are Dave. I told you what a terribly sexy bunch these were didn’t I?”

“Are you going to give us any hints and tips?” asked Katie.

“Yes, I’ll come around and help you all,” replied Mel. “But first of all I’ll put a spotlight on Dave. That will light him well and you won’t need to use any flash. That means you can all shoot at the same time instead of waiting for your turn. I’ll put two reflectors at the side and slightly behind Dave so you can shoot back and front.”

“I notice he’s got a lovely butt,” chimed in Emma, which drew more laughs and giggles.

For the next ten minutes all that could be heard was a series of clicks as the girls wandered all around Dave photographing him from every conceivable angle, some even kneeling on the floor and shooting right up his body. Several of them went in to get a close-up of Dave’s erection.

Lisa walked over to Mel. “Would you do me a favour please, Mel?” she asked.”

“Of course. What do you want?”

“Will you take a photo of me standing next to Dave.”

“Of course. Let’s have a nice sexy pose.”

Lisa walked over to Dave and stood by his side with a sexy smile.

The others thought this was a great idea and offered ideas to spur her on. There was a barrage of suggestions: “Put your arm around him . . .” “Show a bit of leg . . .” “Put your thigh against his . . .” and many more.

This made poor Dave even more aroused and he really felt the need to cum but knew he dared not in front of these. He’d been humiliated enough already.

When Lisa had finished her posing for over a dozen photos, Hannah stepped forward with some ideas. She sat on the floor close to Dave’s leg. This meant her head was about level with his erection. Then she curled her hand around the back of his leg and placed her palm on the inside of his thigh just below his testicles. Urged on by the others she rested her head on his thigh, then looked sideways at his stiff penis pouting her lips as if about to kiss it.

“I think we should let one of our new students have a go,” said Mel. Go on Karen, but don’t speak or Dave will know who are. She sat down right between Dave’s legs putting one hand around each of them. She slid the strap of her blouse off her shoulder and lifted her bare shoulder under Dave’s testicles.

“Ooooo. Sexy!” cried the others who giggled uncontrollably. Dave was left wondering which female member of his staff was sitting between his legs. He thought his humiliation was complete. But it wasn’t – not quite.

“Now our other new student who I have named Joan,” suggested Mel.
She went over to Mel and whispered in her ear. “Wow!” burst out Mel. “Are you serious?” The girl nodded her head. “Now that is really sexy! She wants to strip and pose nude with Dave,” yelled Mel.

This was followed by oohs and aaaahs and guffaws as the girl stripped naked. Dave just groaned and muttered “Oh no!”

“Just keep your high heels on to look sexy” suggested Mel.

The girl really entered into the spirit of the occasion. She threw both arms around Dave, placed her knee under his testicles and curled her leg around his throbbing penis. Then to a chorus of great giggles all round she cupped her hand under Dave’s testicles and looked down to examine his naked penis.

Dave could feel the girl’s naked body against his own and her hard nipples touching his arm. He wondered just who she could be. His arousal was roaring uncontrollably and he was afraid he’d cum at any moment.

This mental and physical torture continued for what seemed like an age to Dave who tried so hard to control the great urge to cum and get relief. Eventually Mel looked at her watch and said, “OK girls, it’s almost time to finish. Now, how about all of you gathering around our model for me to take a final photograph?”

Everyone agreed with great enthusiasm as they crowded around the luckless Dave.

“Don’t just stand there,” declared Mel. “Fondle him a bit. Two of you sit on the floor with a hand around each thigh. No, higher up than that. Now two looking over his shoulders and two with arms around his waist. Great! That looks really sexy.”

Mel took several shots in quick succession. “OK girls. I’ll let you all have a few copies of those.”

All the girls gave Dave a sexy kiss. Some held his erection while they did so. Emma gave it a few soft strokes and then looked at her hand. “Oh, I’ve got a sticky hand!” she cried. “I don’t think you can hold it much longer Dave,” she giggled as she walked towards the door where the others waited.

Mel shut the door behind them and then locked it. As she walked towards the relieved but sweating Dave she took off her blouse and then her bra. She stood in front of him.

“Thank goodness that’s over!” exclaimed Dave.

“I did tell you they were a sexy lot.”

“But who was the one from my department?”

“Mmmm Now that would be telling wouldn’t it?” teased Mel.

“Please Mel. I need to know.”

She reached around his head from the front with her hard nipples under his nose. He could smell her perfume as she undid the blindfold.

Dave blinked as he opened his eyes. “Wh . . . what are you doing?”

“I’m stripping for action Dave. You’re not the only one getting aroused and wet. I’m soaking and have been for the last half hour.”
“So, tell me the name of the . . .”

“I’ll make a bargain with you Dave. You come over to the settee over there and have sex and afterwards I’ll reveal the whole truth.” She started to untie one of Dave’s arms.

Dave who was bursting to cum welcomed the idea. “It’s a deal Mel,” he said as he started to untie his other outstretched arm.

Mel reached the settee, finished stripping and then lay down with one leg against the back of the settee and her other foot on the floor.

Dave almost ran over to join her and slid his urgent erection inside her wet pussy as he lay between her parted legs. Again and again he thrust urgently inside her as she responded with groans and cries of ecstasy. Dave fondled her breasts and kissed her hard nipples. They were both almost out of control each rapidly nearing the quickest orgasm they’d ever had. Their tongues danced together in each other’s mouth and then with a final thrust and an ecstatic cry they both came together.

Slowly they subsided, sweating profusely as their deep breaths rose and fell. They lay together for several minutes in silence. Dave was the first to speak.

“OK Mel. You said you’d tell me the name of . . .”

“No Dave. I didn’t say that. I said I’d reveal the truth to you.”

“Well isn’t that the same thing,” laughed Dave.

“No. You see, none of the girls work in your department. I just said that to wind you up and they played along.”

“Why.. . you . . .”

Mel giggled. “But have you enjoyed our little session on this settee?”

“Yes, I have to admit it. That was fabulous Mel.”

“So, would you like to visit my studio again soon one lunch hour?”

Dave frowned. “You mean modeling!!”

“No, I mean just you, me and this settee,” Mel giggled.

“Yeeees. I think that could be arranged,” smiled Dave. “Quite definitely.”

“And now, I’ll finally let you have your clothes back so we can get back to work.”

“I’m in no rush,” he smiled as he crushed her naked body close to his.

 

[Clairethemodel]

"Dave's" final comments.

When Dave hears the session is coming to and end, but to his horror you tell him that there are more girls coming, and they are photographic models, he wants to back out, but is cut short when Mel cuts off his words, it was a good thing as he wasn't able to convince himself he wanted out. Even as he pleaded with Mel, the girls leaving, thanking him for keeping an erection, distracts him, and adds to his humiliation

With the worry of being photographed naked he lost his erection, now that him and Mel were alone. Mel added his humiliation when she began speaking about his erection, and the fact that he was going soft, but perked up when she offered to help, wrapping her hand around his shaft.

Dave was enjoying the stokes Mel was giving him, and when he was erect, he was a little disappointed that there was a knock at the door, and when the girls walked in, he understood exactly what Mel was talking about, the girls were beautiful, and there they were seeing him naked, in all his glory, he wished the earth would open up and swallow him

When the next knock came, and Mel returned to say she needed to blindfold him, he was mortified, how could she do this to him, and Mel made it worse by talking about their humiliation, he is the one that was naked, being photographed by girls that worked in his office, Mel could not assure him they would not show it to others in the office, which would have helped some, but not, she teased that only their friends would see, how could he face anyone at the office, if he heard someone laugh he would die, not knowing if it was someone that had seen the photo's. Then, the girls threw his mind totally in another direction speaking about his erection again, and this bunch even spoke about his butt, he wondered where all the girls were now, his sense of sound was heightened with his lack of sight, and he could hear the clicks of the camera's close, really close.

Then the girls got closer, wrapping arms around him, draping a leg over him, flesh touching him, he worried where the girls from his office was, he was on the edge, and felt one of the girls head against his thigh, they were getting more daring, move brave, touching him, it was harder not to cum, and when it was announced that one of the girls from his office should get a turn, he listened intently to see if he could pick up her voice, feeling her touch him, he could easily have cum right there, but fought the urge not to, it would only increase his humiliation.

When Mel said the other girl wanted to pose nude he gripped harder, with her naked body pressed against him, it was driving him crazy, so close to the edge, her touching him, knowing she was naked, feeling it, Dave felt relieved to hear it was finishing, but quickly realised it was not entirely over, when she suggested a group photograph. *Emma's soft hand stroking him, brought him closer, totally humiliated, but aroused to a state he had never been before, and leak pre cum when she stroked him, he was beyond humiliation when she said he couldn't hold it much longer, she was so right, she had no idea how close he was

Fucking Mel was fantastic, his urgency and need to cum driving him further, and when he came a wave of elation washed over him, relief as he finally burst inside Mel. When he had recovered some, he still worried who the two girls were, and when Mel revealed the truth relief further washed through him, finally he could relax and bathe in the wonderful feeling of after sex


(I hope to read more works of yours, it has been wonderful offering my thoughts and feelings)