After paying the entrance fee, Lindsey stepped into the Creative Workshop & Gallery, one of the many art museums in this country. She arrived here at 5pm on Wednesday, the receptionist informing that it was the last hour before the museum closes for the day. But she wasn't intent on spending hours examining every single artwork and sculpture. In this age of social media, just like other girls in their early 20s, she was hoping to get some interesting visuals she could share online with her followers. She briefly scanned through the countless display pieces as she made her way across different sections of the museum until she identified the direction of the "Innuendo" art section, upon which she made a beeline for it.
Her eyes shone at the variety of the so-called "artful displays of sexuality". She knew there's no museum guide around and she's probably the only visitor at this time. With that in mind, she decided to risk being a little more "creative" with her selfies - All for her followers. Her hand reached out for one of the display pieces, unaware that there's actually someone upstairs bothering to monitor these art pieces via security cameras scattered around the entire museum.
Matthew is a jaded security guard in his late 30s, who had been working shifts on this museum for the past year. From the last phone call with the receptionist who just departed, Matt was notified to lock up the museum after the last visitor leaves - The receptionist put up the "Closed" sign on the museum glass entrance right after Lindsey entered. Matt sat alone in the control room, confirming that Lindsey was indeed the only visitor left in the museum.
"Can't afford to invest in exhibition security and expect one guy to monitor all movements," Matt grumbled to himself.
From one of the camera feeds, he caught a close-up glimpse of this pretty black-haired girl and admired how her big tits bounce in that tight white blouse as she shifted directions, and that similarly tight grey skirt hinting at a pert round ass as she bent over to look at one of the artworks. He became annoyed when he saw Lindsey messing with a display model holding a rolling pin. She re-positioned the rolling pin to a much more suggestive spot and began posing with it for a fun selfie using her phone's camera.
Do I have to step in for that stupid crap?! Matt thought to himself, getting ready to confront the girl over those whimsical art pieces. It has been a few months since he last entered that infamous section to intervene, having to reprimand the rare visitor who ignored the rules about not touching the exhibits. Not that in his mind these are worth protecting - How the fuck are these Michelangelo wannabes worthy of admiration with rubbish any random kid can accomplish?
A random thought crossed Matt's mind, and a nasty smile formed. He put on a mask and grabbed some rope. This visitor was about to learn a lesson she won't forget.
Lindsey was still in the midst of identifying the best way to reposition another model when suddenly something sharp poked her back. Matt's big, callused hand grabbed her neck while his other free hand pointed his pocket knife at her spine.
"Don't bother screaming, bitch, we are the only two visitors left here," Matt harshly whispered in her ear from her back.
"Take your hands off the display," and with trembling hands Lindsey obeyed.
"What's your name?"
"Lindsey," She gasped.
"Do you know you are not supposed to touch the exhibits?"
She nodded.
"You liked taking selfies in this crap art section huh?" Matt quipped as he put his pocket knife back to its sheath and shoved it to his back pocket, still maintaining a tight grip on her neck, before continuing, "Let me help you with that."
Lindsey barely had a second to register her puzzlement at his quips before he grabbed her phone off her and put it on the table near them.
"Hey, what t-" Lindsey could not finish her complaint before Matt spun her around to meet his masked appearance. Panic crept over Lindsey; she had no idea who he was. Towering over her, he is so much bigger and almost certainly far stronger than she is.
"You will now be my obedient bitch if you want to live," Matt growled, holding a small pile of rope with one end that already had been tied into an elaborate knot with a hoop of some kind. There's no way she could fight back. If she obeyed him, she might just be able to make it out alive.
Matt put the hoop over her head and secured it tightly while still ensuring Lindsey can breathe comfortably. It was a neck collar and Matt had his hand on the other end of the rope. Indeed, Lindsey became his bitch.
What next? Lindsey wondered. If only she knew his intentions.
Matt held her phone and unlocked it with the phone's face recognition technology.
"Strip," he ordered as he stepped back.
"What?"
"You heard me, you aren't running away, so take off your blouse now!"
With shaking hands, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall to the floor. Matt breathed out audibly as he ogled at those bra-clad breasts that looked as if they were straining to get out.
"Your bra too."
She obeyed albeit more hesitantly, and covered herself up instantly after her bra fell.
"Not the place for you to be modest, Lindsey, take your hands off now!"
She looked away in shame as her hands uncovered her toplessness. He handed her the rolling pin she was playing with earlier.
