Are We Not Canvas? - Danielle

Danielle scanned the color brochure she found at the student center. In bold letters the brochure proclaimed, Models Needed! Make Your Mark In The Art World! No Previous Modeling Skills Needed!

In less bold letters, the brochure stated that Performance Art Models could earn Top Pay for 3 to 5 hours of work being the centerpiece for a Performance Art exhibition! Call Now! All applicants must be 18 years of age or older.

Money was tight for Danielle, but she was no airhead. It sounded almost too good to be true. She decided to do some research before calling the phone number listed in the brochure. First she searched the internet for what information she could find on performance art modeling. Half of what she found was for nude modeling. Not something she would ordinarily consider, but she was about to run out of money. That made it very tempting. A lot of what she found also seemed to be living mannequin type of work. She thought she could handle still life posing very easily.

She also searched for the company associated with the brochure information, Bare Body Bravery Galleries. She found that company was listed with the Better Business Bureau with a B+ rating, so it appeared the BBB Galleries was a legitimate business. Danielle thought about it for a while before calling the number listed. A woman named Hayley answered.

Through their conversation, Danielle was astounded to learn that BBB Galleries would pay a shocking twelve thousand five hundred dollars per exhibit hour. If she signed up for a four hour exhibit, she could earn enough to cover tuition, fees, books, plus room and board for the last semester she would need in order to graduate. To sweeten the deal, the Gallery would even advance a third of the amount up front. Hayley told her this was because she may ultimately have to wait for up to 6 months to receive the remainder.

When Danielle ask why this was so, she was told that the Gallery was searching for at least three other models before they could proceed with the exhibition. None of the potential models would have their exhibit the same day and set up for the exhibits could take almost a month. In other words, six models, six months and it would be up to the artist the order in which exhibits would occur. Hayley added that Danielle could additionally receive a finder's fee if she recommended somebody to model that also signed up for another slot.

Danielle would need to drop by the Gallery for an interview before the artist would decide if she would be one of the models. Hayley asked if Danielle would have an issue with undressing for the interview. When Danielle hesitated, Hayley mentioned that the artist was female and no males would be present for the interview. Danielle thought that undressing for the interview would be acceptable as long as no men would see her in the nude. Hayley assured her that it would be her and the artist alone.

When Danielle arrived at the Gallery for the interview, she wandered through the floor displays. There were not only photo prints, but paintings and some sculptures. The majority of the art depicted nudes in some sort or another. No faces, but it was a study in portions of anatomy, such as a view of somebody's left hip or right shoulder. Danielle surmised this was the genesis of the name of the Gallery, Bare Body Bravery. Now was the time to leave if she could not be comfortable with modeling in the nude. It was just going to be this one time though. And if her identity were kept secret as it was with the subjects of the current selections, it should be quite alright.

When Danielle turned a corner a woman approached with her hand extended to shake. "You are the applicant, yes? Your name is Danelle?"

"Danielle," Danielle corrected when she shook the proffered hand, "that's me, yes."

"I'm the artist darling. Zsa Zsa Azzanti. Let me look at you," as Zsa Zsa lifted one of Danielle's arm first shoulder high, then raising it higher as she walked around Danielle appraising her prospects. She let go of Danielle's arm and ran her hand down Danielle's flank, "hmmm." Placing her hand at the back of Danielle's knee and commanded, "Lift please."

"Your rear end has a nice curve darling. I think I might be able to use you. Let's go to the dressing room so that you can get undressed for a final assessment."

Danielle followed the artist to the dressing room, intrigued by the thought that only her rear end might be exposed for the exhibit. It could be extremely embarrassing, but if nobody knew it was her posterior, she might be able to handle that exposure.

In the dressing room, Zsa Zsa told Danielle to remove all of her clothing and leave it on the bench before coming out to the studio. She also gave Danielle a freshly laundered robe to put on. The studio had a plain wooden stool on a raised dais surrounded by easels for canvases and stools for artists. Zsa Zsa appeared to be the only artist in the studio at the time.

She looked up, waved at the dais and added, "Sit darling," as Danielle walked tentatively into the studio. The robe was short even on her modest 4 foot 10 inch frame. It barely extended to the bottom of her bum. There would be no way for her to tuck it under to sit on, not to mention the fact that the stool was taller than she preferred. She eyed the stool with trepidation, knowing that at the very least she would be exposing her privates trying to climb up to perch on the seat. It would also leave her vulva in contact with the seat. She flushed when Zsa Zsa watched her every move getting up onto the stool.

"You're pale, darling, you color nicely when you get embarrassed."

It almost sounded lewd to Danielle the way the artist said it. She couldn't think of any pertinent response to make, so she flushed even more, making her face feel warm.

"Do you tan, darling? Wear bikini and sunbathe?"

"No, no. Will it make any difference?"

Zsa Zsa grinned and added, "That's perfect darling."

"Hayley said you were student at university. You called number from university brochure. What do you study there, darling?"

"Accounting... I have one more semester. Three more courses in Summer Semester. That's why I applied for this modeling job." Danielle didn't know why she blurted out that last bit. She didn't want to seem desperate, even though she kind of was. She also didn't want to apply for another student loan.

"Outstanding! Do you have job lined up yet?"

"Not yet. Do you have other modeling jobs available over the summer?"

"I might. But first, we see if you are good fit for this commission job. You may stand."

Danielle eased off the stool gingerly, "What do I do now?"

"Put robe off shoulder darling." When Danielle had complied, Zsa Zsa commented, "Ah, nice darling, bra line almost gone. You may turn around and put robe on stool. Nice. Now bend over. Lean on stool. Back straight. Umm, hmm. Now spread legs; nice wide stance, darling."

Zsa Zsa walked around her while Danielle held her pose and held what Danielle assumed was a light meter next to her face, her shoulder, her cleavage and side breast. Zsa Zsa reached out and jiggled Danielle's left breast, then tweaked her nipple before using the light meter again. She couldn't be sure her blushing made a difference in the reading.

"Such a lovely shape breast darling," Zsa Zsa commented; then stepped further around holding the instrument over Danielle's back.

Danielle yelped and jumped when Zsa Zsa slapped her butt cheek hard, "Ow! What was that for?" Danielle rubbed the stinging hand print on her butt and backed away from the light meter.

"Recording light readings silly girl. Do you think I just slap cheek of any young thing that walks in studio? No! Now I check next things, lean back against stool. There, now arch back. Push tummy at me. Look up at ceiling. That good. Now hold still."

Zsa Zsa held the light meter next to Danielle's face, and moved slowly downward several spots along Danielle's torso. When Zsa Zsa cupped her hand over and pressed on Danielle's pubic mound.

"Stop that!" Danielle, quickly found the robe and drew it around her. She was on the verge of walking away from this opportunity. One more inappropriate touch and she would dress and leave. She felt degraded and dirty just from the interview. She wondered if maybe she should leave anyway. But the money was so tempting. She hugged the robe around her middle and tried to calm down and think rationally.

"Okay darling, I have enough measurements. I think I know which display would suit you best. Do you want job?"

"Danelle darling, do you want job?"

"Danielle."

"Yes, yes darling. Do you want job?"

"Maybe... would there be any more inappropriate touching?"

"No! No, darling. We protect all our models from public darling. You will do job?"

"Okay."

"Would four hour display be okay for you? It means four hours standing very still and not moving, okay? Display would be set up to help you remain standing and still. Okay?"

"Okay, yes, I'll do it."

"Good, good, now go dress and come to office. I'll answer questions."

Zsa Zsa stretched out her hand toward Danielle saying, "Such pretty, pretty skin..."

Danielle shied away from her and hurried to the dressing room to change. After changing into her clothing, Danielle toured the Gallery display again while looking for the office. She was trying to bolster her confidence upon being offered the job, and trying to think of any questions she might want to ask before signing on.

Danielle found her way in to the office where Zsa Zsa sat at a big glass desk scanning documents. She looked up when she noticed Danielle, "Come in darling. You have questions, yes?"

Danielle took a seat in the other chair that faced the desk. "What exactly is performance art? Is it like living mannequin type of display, but with nudity? I don't want anybody to see my face; to know who I am. How will you protect my identity?"

"I understand your concern darling. Performance art is so much more than blasé nude mannequin. Canvas is environment. You darling will be interacting with environment; environment will be interacting with you, yes? We will disguise your face; nobody will know you; except maybe your lover who see your body before, yes? Cameras will be recording from start to finish."

"Where will I be modeling, in the Gallery here? Will graphic prints be displayed like the others in Gallery?"

"This exhibit is commission art darling; in private collection. Only patron will know and decide where to display."

"Would I get some kind of idea when I will be modeling?"

"Of course darling, if you sign contract today, I can guarantee your exhibit will be first on schedule. I've got contract prepared. It will take maybe 4 weeks for exhibit to be constructed. We will drive you to exhibit and take care of set up, yes? Will you sign up darling?"

Danielle picked up the contract being proffered and read it. She was being contracted to model for 4 hours for a total of $50,000 with 33% or $16,500 payable in advance. The attached advance check made out in her name was not yet countersigned, but it was clipped to the top. It was almost in her hand, and it was distracting her from reading the rest of the contract. It would solve a lot of her most pressing concerns about finishing university. There was a bright pink stick on tab pointing to where she should sign.

Danielle picked up the pen and signed the contract which she then set down on the desk.

"Perfect darling! You won't regret."

Zsa Zsa turned the contract around and signed the bottom as well as the attached check. Unclipping the check, she handed it to Danielle along with a business card for a tailor. "Go to tailor tomorrow. Get measured, tailor knows what I am looking for. Then we build exhibit. Do not forget, if you cancel, you will have to repay advance. I am very excited to work with you!"

Slightly dazed, elated, afraid of losing the check, Danielle made her way to the bank to immediately deposit the advance.

The following day between morning and afternoon classes, skipping lunch, she found the tailor's shop and had her measurements taken by a very professional man wearing a crisp fashionable suit. He assured her that he would send the measures to Zsa Zsa Azzanti. She regretted not shedding the extra 5 pounds she was carrying, but Danielle thought it would be okay to start a diet and exercise routine. It would help her look her best for the exhibit. Over the next 3 weeks, Danielle managed to lose only 3 pounds, but it made her more confident anyway.

Eventually, Zsa Zsa called Danielle and scheduled when she would be picked up by a limousine for the ride to the exhibition. She was instructed to wear sweat suit without any underwear for pickup in order to have the marks fade away before exhibit. But prior to that would be a final fitment to the apparatus and any adjustments that would be needed.

On the set, Zsa Zsa introduced Danielle to the other women technicians that would be assisting the artist with set up and recording. There was an A/V technician, a mechanic, a rigger, and lastly an EMT who took her blood pressure, temperature and otherwise performed a quick physical fitness assessment. Zsa Zsa assured Danielle that they did not expect to need the EMT, but for insurance purposes she would be on hand in case of medical emergency. That part was kind of intimidating, but also reassuring that the EMT would be monitoring the exhibit to make sure her health would not suffer under the stress of the exhibit.

Sleepiness inhibited Danielle's attentiveness while Zsa Zsa was explaining the exhibit. The sign labeled the exhibit as -- Incentives. It seemed like an odd name to Danielle, but she shrugged it off. The support structure was a stylized stick figure with a head, or rather a face, to which Danielle would be leaning across a rail and she was supposed to be clinging to this stylized person and offering a kiss. Zsa Zsa showed Danielle the VR headset that would be covering her upper face and making her unrecognizable. She mentioned that Danielle would be able to watch what the cameras were recording during the exhibit.

The artist instructed Danielle to lean across the rail and grab the so-called arms/shoulders of the stick figure and Danielle held on while the mechanic and A/V technician made minor adjustments to the equipment for her comfort. Then they had Danielle disrobe and checked the adjustments again. Afterward she was given a light weight robe to wear until the time for the exhibit to begin. She was beginning to feel quite sleepy as well. Zsa Zsa had Danielle rest on a couch and told her to drink a cup of herbal tea to relax and perhaps take a nap while she waited. And nap she did.

Danielle awoke with a start, VR headset covering her eyes. Her mouth was dry and somebody spritzed water in with a spray bottle. She tried closing her mouth, but something was in her mouth. She realized then that she was looking at a real time view of her face and there was a ring gag in her mouth. It startled her and she didn't like the connotation of it at all. She tried to stand in protest, but discovered she was unable to move. The camera views flicked through the various angles shown by the cameras all set up to record her exhibition. One by one, she got a detailed view of all the ways they had bound her to the apparatus.

She was bent at the waist and bound around her waist to the rail in a stance with her legs spread. Her legs were also bound at knee and ankle. Her hands were upon the upper arms of the stylized man, wrists bound there as well. She was appalled by the fact that her breasts were wrapped with cord and the cord pulled to around the middle of the stylized man. Her nipples were clipped and they were beginning to hurt. Her anus felt full and she next spotted a faux jeweled butt plug inserted. She squealed in indignation. How in the heck did they manage to get her all trussed up and an anal plug inserted without her being woken she wondered?

"Three! Two! One! And... Action!"

Danielle yelled "Stop!" but that was not it sounded like to her at all.

Zsa Zsa's voice came to her through the ear bud, "Yes darling, you are doing so well!"

Danielle squirmed and struggled to get free of the ropes. It made her breasts jiggle somewhat and she felt the cords wrapped around the base go taut and squeeze tighter as well as nipple clips yanking and the alligator teeth digging in made her squeak.

"Conserve your energy darling. You'll do just fine. It's only 3 hours and 57 minutes to go."

Danielle wailed at the thought of a whole 4 hours having her nipples tortured this way. She almost gave in to the urge to thrash her head about until she realized the VR headset would probably go flying off and people would be able to recognize her. She began panting from the effort to calm down and resist struggling. As she quieted, she heard a clicking sound behind her. The click sounded about once every 5 seconds.

The view in the VR headset changed. It was an angled view from behind her. The view panned inward so that the sight of her buttocks loomed larger and larger and the birthmark on her left cheek gained clarity. A dread took hold of her heart. That birthmark was a readily distinguishable feature, and although she had never been overly proud of it, she now loathed it after it had become the focus of her backside.

The click had stopped though, so that she was no longer nervous about that. In a flash the view jumped forward and turned toward her now bare labia. The view shocked her. The paddle crashing into her rump sent pain searing toward her anus where the butt plug was waiting for her cheeks to flatten and clamp against the pressure. Danielle screamed and it echoed in the enclosed space of the exhibit. The clicks resumed, and the view showed the reddening welt on her butt deposited by the mechanized paddle.

The view in the VR headset changed once again and showed her tongue as she tried to say, "Oh, no, no, not again." A tear trickled down from beneath the VR Visor. She panted again and tried to calm herself and wondered if her mind would break before her ordeal was complete.

While Danielle reminded herself not to panic, the clicks were a steady reminder that something was about to happen to her again. She didn't know what, she didn't know when. The uncertainty of her situation preyed on her nerves. As the pain in her rump ratcheted down with every click, the pain of the alligator clips on her nipples increased. The view in the visor changed again to show her breasts. With each click it appeared that the cording attached to the clamps jerked and tugged at her nipples. Danielle wracked her brain, but couldn't remember if that had happened the first time she remembered hearing the clicks.

The clicks stopped and she breathed a sigh of relief until it dawned on Danielle that the last time the clicks stopped she shortly thereafter received a sharp smack across her cheeks. Then she cringed in anticipation, trying to edge away from the offending apparatus. She heard the snick and whoosh sound of the paddle being released this time and pain blossomed all across her ass and in her anus. The swat magnified the overstretched fullness feeling from the butt plug and her anal canal clenched trying to squeeze it out as she screamed again.

The visor displayed a playback video next the main feed. It showed her plump well rounded butt and what it looked like on impact with the shockwaves expanding down Danielle's creamy thighs. The pink stripe across her cheeks was steadily turning pinker. The cords previously yanking the clamps on her nipples began yanking again. Danielle began counting. She had reached almost thirty when Zsa Zsa's voice came through the earbud again, "If thirsty darling, stick tongue out."

Upon prompting, Danielle tentatively stuck her tongue through the ring of the gag in her mouth. Several spritzes of water landed on her tongue. Belatedly, she cupped her tongue to catch as much as possible. Swallowing the teaspoon of water on her tongue relieved her parched throat but not her thirst. Danielle would have to get several teaspoons to approach that. While she did, the video showed a close up of her tongue with each attempt along with the drool and the water spilling out the sides around her tongue.