This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Model Slave Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. IF you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.
PS - This is Model Slave II and Model Slave III won't be far behind. If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.
Model Slave II
Chapter 4
Madison woke slowly the next morning, feeling drugged or hung over. Her muscles protested as she tried to stretch herself awake while the sheets caressed her still sensitive body parts. She was untied and could move around the room. She groaned painfully stretching her sore muscles combined with her sensitive and equally sore nipples and pussy. As she lay in bed reliving yesterday's events it felt like an erotic dream, but her aching body convinced her it was real.
Madison wanted to think logically about everything that happened yesterday. With the sensory onslaught and her minds unwillingness to let go of the bliss she felt, she had been unable to think logically about her time in the photography studio and her kidnapping. She had always been impulsive and knew that her stunning figure and gorgeous face would get her through anything that happened. She had rough patches before, but a sexy walk, a smile, a wink or a daring outfit always got her out of it, and she never had to pay or suffer for her stupid mistakes. It was her impulsive nature that had prompted her submission to the photographer, but also her yearning to test her sexual limits.
She had been happy and even joyful back home, but nothing and her entire life compared to the Nirvana she experienced yesterday. The erotic pleasure had taken control of her mind and body, and she had eagerly submitted to physical sexual magic. In her own mind, Madison had logically planned her whole life's path and none of it included the bondage, and wild orgasmic jubilation she experienced the photographer's studio or in the hands of her leather clad cowboy. Now she was being held hostage and while she knew sex, bondage and maybe even some pain was in store for her, but she wasn't worried. Her sexualized body got her through some touch scrapes, and it would again, besides last night had wild torment and unbelievable sexual satisfaction.
However, exhibitionism was something she knew she needed, wanted, and craved. All her life she needed to be the center of attention, but her modeling career had made her realize just how much it was a part of her. It was her sexual identity, her sexual necessity and without an audience she could never reach the height of her sexual rapture. Even now, her ravaged, aching body wanted more, more exhibitionism, more teasing, more bondage and more unrelenting orgasms.
The question she was asking herself was: can she go back to her old life's plan, or should she embrace this new sensual path? While she was trying to logically chart career path, her hands began to caress her body in response to her subconscious cravings. Her hands hefted her breasts as her fingers reached to pull on her nipples. The minute she pulled on her nipples a jolt of passion rocked her body banishing all logical thinking from her mind. She had to have this.
As her hands continued to tease her breasts, Madison knew she had her answer. She couldn't abandon these feelings; they had always been part of her, and she was just allowing the feelings to be controlled by someone other than herself. But that is the question, can she give her body, heart or mind to someone else? She was conflicted, because she really craved the exhibitionism, the bondage, the incessant teasing, and the unending climaxes. However, she really was narcissistic and ultimately couldn't allow someone to have control over her, or could she?
If she was honest with herself, she craved and needed this controlling passion. First the photographer and now the man at the club had shown her what bliss her body is truly capable of if she lets go. She stopped thinking and let her hands roam her body luxuriating in the soft sensual caresses. She let her mind drift away as her hands softly delved into all of her secret places. She dreamed of being tied, teased, and finally allowed to orgasm uncontrollably. Only the need to take care of her morning bodily functions took her away from this luxurious, sensual indulgence.
She knew if she continued down this path, days like yesterday could become her norm. She thought about what her parents and her friends would say about yesterday's photographs, and she knew they would disapprove. However, yesterday's wild erotic and passionate day was the most thrilling and exciting thing that ever happened to her. If she was candid with herself, she wanted to feel it again. She knew this was her last chance to go back to being an arrogant and self-centered model, but she was locked in a room with a masterful man keeping her captive. Days like yesterday were her future and the huge man holding her captive had already shown what her prospects looked like, unless she could escape.
Maybe that was it. Yesterday she had responded to the erotic stimulation with lust, unrivaled hunger, and jubilation. Her body responded with all her athleticism as she contorted in spastic euphoria and maybe that was sexy. In any case, she knew she couldn't abandon the overwhelming erotic and sensual passion. It was part of her now and she had no real choice. She knew her captor wanted to take her and make her his. The thought excited and terrified her, but she had confidence that she could win, just like everything in her life. She would just need to adapt to whatever happens.
She went to the small bathroom, cleaned up inside and outside. When she exited the bathroom, some food was on the side table. At that moment she knew she was being watched. She searched the room looking for any cameras or peepholes and found what looked like two pinhole cameras. The scent of the food made her tummy rumble and still naked she sat on the bed and slowly ate. Her mind was spinning thinking of what all of this meant, and she developed a plan. She was going to give her pervert a show that would make him reveal his intentions.