The Model
'I understand that I am about to participate in an interactive art piece about society's perception of women as sex objects. I understand the piece contains strong themes of non-consent, humiliation and degradation with explicit sexual contact. I understand the MODEL has discussed her limits beforehand and fully consents to the experience. The ATTENDANT will give instructions on what participants can or cannot do, and is here for the MODEL's safety. The MODEL can stop proceedings anytime by using the safeword displayed. The MODEL will be in character for the entire performance so please disregard anything the MODEL says unless they use the safeword. I understand my image during the performance may be recorded and used by the artist.
By signing this declaration I hereby agree that I have read and understand the content of the show and consent to participating.'
"This seems kind of heavy Jess, consent forms? Are you sure you want to go through with it?"
"It's art Ash, do you think Marina Abramovic would have made it without taking risks, besides I've got you here to stop things going too far"
Jess smiled sweetly and cocked her head. Ashley was still worried.
Jess had asked Ashley to help her with this big art project. She'd said it was about sex but she thought it'd just be life drawing or something, seeing the range of equipment she was getting ready she knew it was going to be much more than that.
Around the edge of the small performance space were tables, on one, every sex toy Ashely could imagine, dildos, plugs, vibrators, on another, what looked like BDSM equipment, floggers, whips, nipple clamps, a ball gag and finally on a third table, incongruently innocent, actual art supplies? Tape, scissors, pens, and a DSLR with a tripod. Above the tables on the walls were large flatscreen displays, currently turned off and in the corner was Jess's laptop and a series of wires. The thing that dominated the space though was in the centre of the room. A contraption that looked somewhat like medieval stocks, but more complicated. On a metal frame the traditional head and hand holes for stocks were joined by a cushioned rectangle for the person to lie on and stirrups at the sides for the person's legs. From all the joints and screws it looked like it must be fully adjustable to lots of different positions.
"I don't know if I can go though with this" Ashley said warily
"C'mon babe, I need you, I need someone I can trust or else who knows what could happen" Jess pleaded "Besides your already here and all dressed up and looking gorgeous"
That was true, Jess had insisted Ashley wear her most provocative, sexualised outfit to the show. She'd opted for a black sheer crop top over a black lace bra, matching black thong, a tartan miniskirt and stockings and suspenders, the look was finished with a dramatic smokey eye and black heels. Ashley was so self conscious coming to the performance space she'd worn a long grey overcoat over the whole thing to hide it. The rush of walking there knowing what she had on underneath was enough to get her just a little turned on. Jess's outfit was more understated if anything, A short black dress, low cut to show off her tits, heels, a black choker, and no underwear 'naturally'.
"It doesn't matter so much what I wear, it'll have to come off anyway" she had said.
"Okay so what else needs setting up" Ashley asked, deciding for the moment to help her friend
