W HEN MELISSA REACHED HOME, she ran in through the door in great excitement. “Sabine! Sabine! I’ve just been to the Trio Gallery and they want me to put on another exhibition of my paintings.”
Sabine jumped up and threw both arms around her friend’s neck. “Oh, darling, that’s absolutely great. I’m so pleased for you.”

“And that’s not all; they’re giving me all three rooms. What an opportunity!”

The Trio Gallery was right in the centre of town. It was a circular building divided into four rooms. The entrance room was one segment and acted as the foyer with a receptionist and a large selection of artist’s materials and prints on sale. Two pillars, five feet high, framed a taller door set behind them which led into the three gallery rooms.

Sabine seemed to catch Melissa’s excitement and busied herself making coffees. “Sit down. I’ll make us a drink and you can tell me all about it.”

“I’ve only had one room before, with two other artists’ work in the other rooms,” Melissa said. “But they told me they want a change from the usual landscapes and still life paintings. They want this to be a figurative life exhibition.”

Sabine frowned. “What’s that exactly?” she asked.

“It’s paintings with human figures as the main elements.”

“That’s great darling. You specialise in life drawing. I’m sure you’ll be a great success.”

“I’ve been thinking about it all the way home,” Melissa said. “Three galleries mean three sections which will mean three themes.”

Sabine handed her a coffee as she sat down on the other side of the table. “What will they be?”

Melissa stirred her coffee absentmindedly as her large shining eyes gazed in front of her. “I’ve decided to call it ‘The Prisoner’.”

Sabine looked non-plussed. “You mean you are going to paint people in prison?”

“No! Of course not. I want to be a bit more imaginative than that! The first section will be about prisoners in the ancient world - the Grecian wars and so on. They’ll be wearing rough cloaks and wearing drama masks. I want the paintings to be erotic too, so some will be half naked in chains.” She dramatically drew a hand across in front of her as she imagined the paintings hanging on the wall.

“Ooooh! That sounds exciting,” said Sabine. “What will you do in the second gallery?”

“Mmmmmm. There, I’ll increase the eroticism. The prisoner will wear just undies, rags or perhaps a bikini - some topless.”

Sabine rested her elbows on the table with her chin in her hands as she gazed admiringly at her house mate pouring out her ideas.

“Then in the third gallery all the prisoners will be nude, tied and chained and so on; some in a dungeon scene.”

Sabine gave an approving sigh of approval as she smiled at her great friend. “Oh, Melissa, this sounds so exciting.”

Her smile slowly faded as Melissa suddenly fixed her with a deliberate stare. Sabine had seen that stare many times before. It generally meant that Melissa was about to ask her to do something she didn’t want to do.

“There’s just one thing Sabine.”

“There. . . there is?”

“Yes, I’ll need a model to help me. I want a real live model and also lots of photographs to work from.”

“You. . . you will?”

Melissa stretched out her hand and placed it in top of Sabine’s on the table. “I want you to be my model.”

“M..m. . .me? What? In undies? Chained naked in a dungeon?”

Undeterred by the hesitant words, Melissa took both her hands and looked straight into her eyes. “You’ll be great. I know it.” She knew she could get Sabine to do almost anything she wanted.

“But the paintings will be on show. Me . . . in the nude. . . on sale. Someone I know might buy a painting of me . . .”

Melissa slowly released Sabine’s hands and looked sadly down at the table, her long blonde hair partly covering her face. “So, you won’t help me?” she said feigning great disappointment.

She knew this would make Sabine feel awful, and she knew she hated to let Melissa down. “Oh, alright then. I’ll do it,” she said.

Melissa stood up and embraced her friend across the table. Then she took her head in her hands and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. “Thank you darling. I knew I could count on you,” she said.

* * * * * *

For the next week Melissa was a bundle of frenetic activity. She spent hours on the web poring over articles on Grecian wars and culture, and looking at pictures of Greek vases and other artefacts. Her file of sketches and notes grew bigger by the day.

One morning she returned from her life class in a high state of excitement. She threw her arms around Sabine, lifted her off her feet and swung her around in circles.

“Sabine, I was telling one of the guys at my life class about the exhibition at the Trio. He’s a photographer, and when I told him about my theme he said he had a back projection unit in his studio with several dungeon scenes. He said I could use his studio for some of my photographs. Isn’t that great?” Her large round eyes shone with excitement.

Sabine only showed a slight reflection of Melissa’s utter delight. She was well aware that the person in the dungeon was going to be her and she was not really relishing that situation.

“Oh . . .er . .yes. That’s very good Melissa. Yes . . . er . . . when are you hoping to start on all this?”

Melissa just gazed at her entranced by this new turn of events. But she wanted her to be happy too. “We can go into town this afternoon. You can help me to sort out some material for the Greek cloak and then we’ll go to the costume shop to buy a drama mask. After that I’ll be ready to start.”

Melissa could sympathise with Sabine’s doubt about her part in all this so she became serious. She took her in her arms, kissed her and held her in a close embrace as she whispered in her ear, “And you, my gorgeous model, will be the centre of my attention.” She nuzzled behind her ear; she she knew Sabine loved that.

She held her by the shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. “And now, darling, I’m going to make us your very favourite Chinese, and then it’s into town.”

Sabine liked this loving attention and became slightly more enthusiastic. “Into town it is.”

* * * * * *

They toured the art and costume shops at a rapid rate. Melissa used Sabine as her measure when deciding how much cloth to buy, how long the cord should be and so on. It was as they were passing a lingerie shop that Melissa’s eye was caught by a tiny pink bikini displayed in the window. She stopped in her tracks.

“Oh look at that bikini Sabine; pink satin, with a halter neck and side ties. Just the thing for my second theme. Let’s try it on you.” And before she could catch her breath, she’d grabbed her hand and was leading her into the shop. There were several of the bikinis hanging up and, after making sure she had the right size, she towed Sabine into the changing cubicle.

Sabine was used to Melissa stripping her, so getting her clothes off and the bikini on was accomplished very quickly. Melissa then held her at arm’s length and looked her up and down. “Turn around, darling,” she said. Sabine did a twirl.

“Isn’t it a rather tiny bikini?” ventured Sabine. “It doesn’t hide much does it?”

Melissa laughed. “Darling, a bikini is not meant to hide much. You know what they say about it: ‘what it reveals is interesting but what it conceals is vital.’” They both laughed at this which seemed to cheer Sabine up a bit.

Melissa slipped her hands inside the top of the bikini and tweaked Sabine’s nipples. She always loved this so didn’t object in the slightest as her nipples became erect and stuck out into the shiny tight satin. Melissa was delighted with the result. “Oh, yes. I like the way your nipples show. They are sticking out like organ stops. With some side lighting you’ll look really sexy in that.” She dashed out to buy the bikini as Sabine got dressed.

A few items of make-up and a bottle of oil completed her purchases, so, after a coffee and an excited chat about Melissa’s plans they returned home.

* * * * * *

That evening she phoned Matt, her photographer friend, to explain what she hoped to do to prepare for the exhibition, then she asked when she could use his studio. He said that any time after 11.00a.m. the next day would be fine. He had a friend of his calling at 10.00., someone who got married two weeks ago when Matt had been the photographer. He was going to call round with his new wife and best man to sort out what photographs they wanted in the wedding album.

This suited Melissa fine. “Thanks Matt. I’ll see you about 11.00 tomorrow then.” She clapped her hands together in great satisfaction as she turned around to Sabine.

“That’s great, darling! We can start tomorrow morning. And now, we’ve got the rest of the evening to sort out your costumes.”

They busied themselves with cutting a roughly shaped cloak for Sabine out of the dull red serge and devising a quick way to fix it at the back. Melissa finally decided to use velcro strips as they would be so quick and easy to do up and undo and it would be easy to leave gaps for parts of Sabine to show through.

Everything worked perfectly, and the mask was kept in place by resting on top of Sabine’s head. Melissa decided that Sabine could wear the bikini under the cloak instead of underwear and, as they would be travelling door to door by car, not many people would see her anyway.

Melissa decided to work out some suitable poses, so dressed Sabine in the complete costume and made her pose on the coffee table. She was very cooperative and did exactly as she was asked.

“I won’t be able to bend my head too much,” she said, “or this mask might fall off.”

“Yes,” Melissa replied, “I’ll have to remember that.”

Next came some poses in the bikini. Melissa really loved the way Sabine’s gorgeous nipples protruded through the pink satin so decided to try some topless poses. She was most enthusiastic about the results. “I think you look rather ravishing in that darling. The pink goes well with your blonde hair.”

As Melissa looked at her friend and lover Sabine, clad only in the tinest bikini bottom, and looking so very sexy and vulnerable, she got that damp feeling she often got between her legs when she woke up in the morning and looked at her asleep beside her in bed. She casually strolled over to the table where Sabine was standing, looked up meaningfully into her eyes, and pulled her to the edge of the table. Then she took hold of both side ties on the bottom of the bikini and pulled. Instantly it came away. She casually dropped it on the table and put her arms around Sabine’s hips looking up into her eyes. “And, now we’ll have some nude poses,” she said in her sexiest voice as she let her hands slide over Sabine’s butt and a few fingers probe between the backs of her legs.

“Mmmmmm. I love you doing that,” Sabine purred giving a little wiggle of satisfaction. “It’s a good thing I’m used to you seeing me naked, or I might be embarrassed at the studio tomorrow.”

They both laughed. “No danger of that,” Melissa giggled, continuing to look up at her through half closed eyes. “D’you know darling, looking at you standing there naked, I rather fancy you. Don’t put your clothes on. Let’s have an early night.”

Sabine loved the idea. She knew it meant them making love and then sleeping together.

Melissa pulled Sabine further forward on the table so that her nipples were right in front of her mouth. She took each in turn and gave it a voracious suck; then she pinched them both with her fingers. Sabine arched her back and closed her eyes at this treatment that Melissa knew she loved. Another pull and she had to jump off the table. Melissa kissed the side of her neck and whispered in her ear. “Now get into bed while I put something on.”

Sabine drew back and looked her in the eyes. “Put something on! You’re going to put something on to come to bed?”

“Yes, my strapon.”

Sabine gave a relieved laugh. “Oooooh! That sounds interesting.” She smiled her kitten smile, and flicked her tongue from side to side over her pouting lips.

Melissa’s mouth chased her tongue and they joined in a kiss. Then she spun Sabine around by the shoulders and smacked her bare butt. “Now, slut, get on that bed. When I come in I want you on your knees with your ass in the air and your legs spread wide. Prepare to be ravished. By the time I’ve finished with you you’ll be begging for mercy.”

She was as good as her word. She made Sabine suck the strapon and then her eager hips swung into action penetrating her vagina between the backs of her open legs and slapping against her butt again and again as the strapon massaged her own clitoris. Time and again she let her hands slide under Sabine’s ribs and twist her nipples into hard points drawing gasps of pain and delight from her. Sabine’s need for pain and love pushed her easily to a climax.

Melissa’s naked and aroused body craved for orgasmic relief. She tore off the strapon and Sabine was immediately beneath her legs, her flashing tongue licking her wet pussy and thrusting inside her. Melissa’s head shot back in sexual delirium as her lover sucked on her clitoris. She thrust her hips forward over Sabine who could hardly breathe until, with a final arching forward of her body she came over Sabine’s awaiting mouth.

As they lay entwined naked together, in bed, they felt as though their devoted mutual love melded them together into one. They knew their deep love resulted from their special relationship which others might not understand, or might deliberately misunderstand. They really appreciated each other. They didn’t speak a word as wave after wave of sexual joy swept over them. There was no need. And in any case you can’t speak with your mouth full can you?

* * * * * *

The two girls arrived promptly outside Matt’s studio the following morning and unloaded Melissa’s camera and tripod and the two small bags containing a variety of odds and ends which they thought might be useful for the shoot.

A flight of moss-lined stone steps brought them to a small green porch outside the studio door. Melissa knocked on the door and opened it. Matt emerged from a doorway the other side of the studio and walked towards them.

“Hi Matt! This is Sabine. She’s going to be my model.” He gave Melissa a friendly kiss and shook hands with Sabine.

“Pleased to meet you, Sabine,” he said.

“I hope we haven’t interrupted whatever you are doing with your friend,” Melissa said.

“No. You certainly haven’t done that. He hasn’t turned up. But let me show you around the studio. It’s not all that big, but I have quite a collection of equipment and bits and pieces which I use for props.” His arm indicated a number of boxes of all sizes along both side walls. Some of them had chains and ropes hanging over the edges. He took the girls around the backdrops where there was quite a collection of planks of wood, and with wiring and electricity meters on an old brick wall. An open cupboard door revealed several costumes hanging up, and there were items of furniture such as a sofa, some chairs and shelves containing books and table lamps.There was also a large bale of straw. Matt showed them the rear projection equipment and gave a demonstration using the dungeon scene. Then he sent them back around the front to view it.

“Oh Matt, that’s terrific. It looks so real,” Melissa exclaimed.

Sabine looked in awe at the backdrop. “I’ll feel as though I’m really in a dungeon!” she yelled. “Wow!”

Melissa couldn’t wait to get started. She set her camera on its tripod and looked through the viewfinder. She gazed around. “Now, the lights. How do I operate those Matt?” she asked.

“That’s the main modelling light,” he said indicating a light which shone into a silver brolly. The other two are fill-ins operated by slave switches, one for the hair light and one on the backdrop; or you can use that as a side light.”

“It sounds a bit complicated to me Matt,” Melissa said. “Would you mind giving me a hand with the lighting till I get used to using it?”

“No problem,” he replied. “You set up the poses you want and I’ll give you some ideas for the lighting.”

Melissa sat Sabine on a dais in the centre of the floor and then gave her some instructions. “Just sit with your legs out to the side. I’ll tie your wrists together in front of you, and I want you to look down. Don’t forget, you’re supposed to be a prisoner. We’ll have some shots with the mask and some without. That will give me a choice when I do the paintings.”

Matt arranged a few different versions of the lighting and Melissa clicked away merrily with her camera. Then she arranged Sabine in a variety of poses: kneeling, lying and standing.

“How about a few low key shots using just a spot light to pick out the prisoner?” suggested Matt. “It should go well with the dark dungeon background.”

Melissa eagerly accepted his suggestion and was very pleased with the result. Then she stopped and looked intently at Sabine. “There’s only one thing wrong with a projected wall, I can’t tie the prisoner to it,” she said laughing at Matt.

“Oh, I’ve got something we can use for that,” he said. He disappeared behind the backdrop. There was a low rumbling sound and he emerged pushing a wooden wall, mounted on castors, with several vertical wooden posts sticking up above it. “You can use this,” he said.

“Oh, that’s great,” Melissa replied, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. She drew Sabine over to the wooden wall and then tied her hands to an upright above her head. “Oh yes, that looks very prisoner-like” she said smiling at Matt. “Now, sag a bit Sabine as though you’ve been standing there for hours.”

Sabine obeyed, bending first this way and then that way making a very good job of the poses. “Now, I want you to stick one leg out to the side,” Melissa said. She undid some of the velcro strips to make this easier.

“That’s very sexy,” observed Matt with approval. Melissa was encouraged by this remark. She walked over to Sabine and undid a strap holding the cloak on her shoulder. It fell down revealing one bikini-covered breast with a nipple well in evidence. She deftly removed the bikini top.

“Melissa, what are you doing?” said Sabine in a whisper. “Matt can see my boob!”

“Don’t worry about that darling,” she replied with a smile. Then she whispered into her ear: “In our life class he’s used to seeing everything. He’s seen it all before.”

“But he hasn’t seen mine,” replied Sabine.

Melissa gave a brief laugh. “Well, he has now. And in any case, I know how you enjoy it.” She turned and walked back to her camera leaving Sabine tied and helpless and displaying one naked breast. Her nipple was getting harder by the second, but there was no way she could cover it up.

“You’ve got a nice erect nipple Sabine,” observed Matt. “Melissa, why don’t you use a strong sidelight to show it up more? It would really stand out then.” Sabine blushed redder than ever at this idea.

“My thoughts entirely Matt,” Melissa replied, and immediately they both rearranged the lights much to the obvious embarrassment of Sabine.

Melissa was so pleased with the shots that she undid the velcro on Sabine’s other shoulder leaving her completely topless. She became increasingly embarrassed as both her naked breasts and hard pink nipples were exposed in front of a young guy she’d never met before, but she did so much want to help Melissa. She put every effort into her posing as more and more of her was revealed ending with her sitting with only a crumpled red serge cloak around her hips.

After giving Sabine back her bikini top, which she was very thankful for, Melissa was keen to get on with the bikini prisoner pictures. Matt was very cooperative and Melissa was amazed at the number of photographic backdrops and props he produced to make a convincing prison shot.

She took a variety of photographs; some with Sabine posing in glamour-girl fashion, some back shots which showed nearly everything at the rear, and some with the bikini hanging off. Sabine felt very embarrassed with those shots, so to embarrass her further Melissa insisted that she posed with her legs open and the bikini almost off. She went bright red but Matt’s barrage of compliments made her smile and she began to enter into the spirit of the posing even when she was tied up.

Matt had the bright idea of spraying Sabine with water so that the skimpy bikini clung to her like a second skin. Her gorgeous nipples really responded to this treatment which drew even more compliments from Matt.

After all the exposure and humiliation she’d suffered, the transition to the naked prisoner shots went fairly smoothly. By now Sabine was taking to posing like a duck to water. Matt was a talented photographer and, with his tactful help and Melissa’s bullying, Sabine responded with really sexy poses even when they tied her up in some awkward and rather painful positions.

Melissa insisted on ever more blatantly sexual poses from Sabine with her smooth slim legs spread wide, back arched and on tip toes. Matt joined in enthusiastically and both he and Melissa handled Sabine’s naked body to push and pull her into the required position. Sabine’s embarrassment was total as she realised that he had seen everything she had and from every angle. The fact that her pussy lips were opening and getting pinker would not have been lost on him, and she got the impression that Melissa was starting to get a bit aroused as well.

After tying Sabine’s hands above her head to one of the rafters, Matt produced a leg spreader from one of his cupboards and suggested they use it on her. “Oh, Melissa, it’s so humiliating having my legs fastened wide open with that thing. Please . . .” Her words were cut short as Matt and Melissa fixed it around her ankles. After a few shots back and front, Melissa had another idea.

“I think a prisoner tied up like that might struggle and start to sweat. Don’t you think so Matt?”

“Yes, I suppose she would,” he replied studying her carefully.

“I think we could get that effect by oiling her,” Melissa said. She walked over to one of her bags and took out a bottle of oil.

They both approached Sabine who was strung up naked and helpless. “As you obviously can’t put the oil on, Matt and I will do it for you,” Melissa said.

Sabine bit her lip in embarrassment and gave Melissa one of her endearing humiliated looks from her downturned eyes. “Oh, Melissa. You know what that’ll do to me. Pleeeeze!”

She knew exactly what it would do to her. She’d get really aroused and her pussy would swell and open up even more; her clitoris would stand on end and her nipples would get really hard. It always happened when she did it at home. With four hands wandering all over her, Melissa wondered whether Sabine might even have an orgasm.

She poured a small pool of oil onto Matt’s hand and some onto her own. They each rubbed their palms together to warm the oil and then started to apply it to their nude model, one on eíther side. They started at the top and worked their way slowly down her smooth naked body. It wasn’t long before they could hear little murmurs coming from Sabine’s throat as she closed her eyes.

By the time they reached her legs they could see that her shaved pussy lips were already shining, even before they applied the oil. Melissa, feeling even more turned on by her friend’s sexual arousal, was feeling in a wicked mood so spent some time oiling every wrinkle of her vagina and rubbing her clitoris which was already well in evidence. By the ooohs and aaaahs coming from Sabine she knew she enjoyed it.

Matt, not to be outdone, performed an encore between her legs and Sabine seemed to appreciate his strong hands even more. By the time they’d run right down her legs, it was obvious to the both of them that they had a sexually aroused model on their hands. They quickly washed them and continued with the shooting.

“I like the highlights on the oil Matt,” observed Melissa looking at her shining friend. “Her muscles show up well. What if we pull her up higher and have her hanging by her wrists?”

“That’s a good idea,” agreed Matt. “Her muscles will stand out even better if they’re taut.”

They fixed ropes to Sabine’s wrists and threw them over the beam above her head. Then they pulled her up so that her feet were off the floor. They stood back to see the results as Sabine groaned with the strain on her arms.

“That’s quite effective,” said Matt, “but the pose is rather straight.”

“Mmmm, yes,” observed Melissa. “I think we can improve it by tying her ankles to the uprights at the side.”

They each took a length of rope, tied it around an ankle and then pulled Sabine’s legs wide open against the two upright posts. She was spreadeagled in mid air. Her slight arm muscles were at full stretch and the dips between the tendons at the tops of her thighs seemed to thrust her shaved pussy outwards exposing her open glossy lips like a hungry mouth. Her stomach muscles were pulled flat with the tension as she vainly tried to wriggle to gain some comfortable position for her aching body. Her whole being ached for an orgasm but she knew she dare not have one until the shoot was over.

Melissa returned to her camera and viewed the shot. “Oh yes, I like it,” she said smiling at Sabine. “You look very sexy darling.”

As she spoke there came a loud knock on the door. When it opened two young men strolled into the studio with an even younger woman trailing behind them. Matt moved to greet them. Sabine was naked and shaved with her hands tied stretched above her head, and her ankles tied out to the side spreading her legs wide when the two guys and young woman walked in. They stood staring at her totally exposed body. Sabine almost died of shame and humiliation. She opened her mouth witht a loud cry. “Oh, no!” Five people were staring at her showing everything she had, and she couldn’t move a muscle.

Matt broke the silence which followed. “Oh, Melissa, this is Tony and Jack and this is Tony’s new wife Heather.” They shook hands all round, then Matt pointed in the direction of Sabine. “And this young lady is Sabine, our model.”

Sabine could almost feel ten eyes boring into her nakedness as Melissa added with a laugh, “Unfortunately she can’t shake hands with you at the moment as they are otherwise engaged.”

Heather looked almost as embarrassed as Sabine as she realised how she must be feeling having people much younger than herself staring at her like that, but the two guys just stood there and were in no hurry to move until Matt said, “OK, folks, if you’d like to come into the dark room we’ll sort out which wedding photographs you want me to print.”

“Oh, thank goodness they’ve gone!” blurted out Sabine. “I’ve never felt so embarrassed.”

Melissa strolled over to her, giggling. “I think they enjoyed the view. I don’t suppose they’re often introduced to a naked girl”

“But I didn’t enjoy being viewed like this,” protested Sabine.

“Don’t worry darling, they wouldn’t have known whether your little pinkie was shining with oil or juice.” She pushed her finger provocatively into Sabine’s vagina. “Ooooh. It feels mostly like juice to me.” Melissa gave another smirk. Sabine was secretly wishing that Melissa might finger her to an orgasm in Matt’s absence, but she withdrew her finger leaving her sexually unsatisfied and on edge.

She went back to the camera and took a few shots. Then she untied Sabine and lowered her to the floor.

She rubbed her wrists. “I’m glad that’s over. I felt like a trussed chicken up there.”

At that point Matt returned. “ I’ve left them making up their minds about the photographs. How’s it going Melissa? What do you want to do next?”

“I thought we might try a bondage shot with Sabine’s hands tied behind her back, kneeling down perhaps.” She glanced at Sabine who was sitting on the grey carpet rubbing her ankles.

“Good idea,” enthused Matt. “I think it might be a good thing to do some shots without the oil now.” He walked over to Sabine and picked up a small pink towel.

“Just lie down and relax while I remove the oil,” he said. Sabine lay down on her back and Matt rubbed her all over with the towel. As his hands moved between her legs he whispered, “I do like your nice juicy pussy,” which did nothing to ease Sabine’s mounting embarrassment as she tried to suppress her need to come. Matt turned her over and rubbed her back, then looked at Melissa.

“Shall I tie her hands behind her back?” he asked taking up a length of rope.

“Yes. And make it nice and tight,” she said as she grinned down at Sabine. He did.

“Ouch!” she cried. “That’s really tight. I won’t be able to . . .”

“Oh stop grumbling!” broke in Melissa. “Let’s have some co-operation. If she misbehaves, just smack her bottom Matt,” she said with a laugh.

He raised his hand and gave her three smart smacks on her bare butt.

“Aw! That hurt!” she cried.

Matt gave a little laugh. “Sorry. Let me make it better.” He began to gently and slowly run his hand over her bottom running a finger down between her cheeks till he felt the moisture between her legs. She tried to close her thighs but his insistent finger probed deeper until she felt it separating the lips of her pussy. He put his wet finger right under her nose. “Look at that,” he said in a chocolate soft voice. “You are enjoying yourself aren’t you?”

Melissa then led her over to one of the upright posts and got her to kneel down facing it. They tied her hands up behind her to the post so that her face was on the floor and her ass sticking up. She felt as though her arms were going to be pulled out of their sockets and her muscles ached as they were pulled about. Then Melissa walked over to retrieve the leg spreader. “We’ll use this too. She’ll look more erotic with her legs spread open.” Having fixed it to her ankles, she ran her hands underneath Sabine’s taut body and squeezed her breasts and her nipples, then she went down to her clitoris and gave it a hard rub between her thumb and finger. She laughed as she whispered in her ear, “Now you mustn’t come darling. Just control yourself.”

“Oh Melissa,” groaned Sabine as she realised that Matt would now be looking straight between the cheeks of her ass at her anus and shining pink pussy as her milky love dew dribbled out. She felt so vulnerable, so wet and sticky, and realised she was completely at the mercy of these two.

Melissa took a few shots as Sabine thought she had reached the depths of humiliation when suddenly there was a babble of conversation and the three visitors rejoined them. She realised that her depths were going to get even deeper. There were now three guys and two women standing right behing her naked butt looking at the show. She closed her eyes and was glad she didn’t have to look at them.

The group stood there for what seemed ages to Sabine as they talked about the photographs; then, after apologising for being late, and saying goodbye, they finally left. Jack was last to move. “Like your great butt Sabine,” he said. “Very sexy!” Everyone laughed as she wished the floor would open up and swallow her.

“OK darling. You can get dressed now. Your ordeal is over,” smiled Melissa as she went over to untie her friend.

“Thank goodness for that,” sighed Sabine. “That was the height of humiliation and embarrassment.”

Melissa rubbed her chin and looked thoughtful. “The height? Well. . . I wouldn’t say that exactly.” She was thinking of what she had in mind for Sabine at the exhibition.