Y Me?

byxxxletters©

When you agreed to help out a friend of mine with his debut at the art gallery in the club that you'd been thinking about joining, you had no idea that this was how you would be helping. You had thought you'd be serving as a hostess, plying the disgustingly rich men and women that attend these things with champagne and odd little appetizer treats, getting a sure invitation into the exclusive club. You had no idea that you would be the main attraction but there you were. You'd promised me that you'd help. You told me that you'd do anything to get into the club. Now you have no choice, no way out.

From your spot in the center of the gallery, you can see the paintings, photos and the sculptures around you. Each mesmerizing work is more erotic than the one before it. The paintings vividly depict voluptuous women in various stages of sexual bondage, each carefully being "tortured" by a nondescript person in a mask. In each painting the person is wearing all black clothing and a mask that just covers their eyes and nose. You can see from their hair in the paintings that most of them are men but you do notice a few longer haired ones that appear to have enough curves to suggest that some of them are women.

The sculptures are also very sexual. There are various penis shaped ones, ones that depict couples in various positions and a few that again seem to depict a woman in a bound and tortured state. The photos are no less sensual. Each 24x36 full color print clearly shows a close-up of the more intriguing parts of a woman's body in various stages of distress. One shows her long, thick, dark nipples smartly pinched by clamps that appear almost too large. Another photo shows a heavy weight hanging from a gold nipple ring clearly pulling at the breast. The others are, well, they would be almost disturbing if they weren't so exciting.

The images surrounding you are one thing, but the thing that concerns you right now is the position that you now find yourself in. You are in the center of the round room. When you had first entered you noticed the large upside down wooden Y but you had not figured that you'd be so securely attached to it. Now here you are strapped to this wooden inverted Y. Every inch of your naked body wrapped tightly to the frame. Every inch except, of course, your intimate parts.

You have been tightly wrapped to the frame using what appeared to be very wide, stretchy ace bandages like material except that the material was some type of stretchy gold foil like material. Each leg is securely wrapped (from your foot to just above the middle of your thigh) along each branch of the Y. Your crotch falls just below the crotch of the Y making your ass visible and, yes, accessible from behind. The wrappings continue from your waist to just below your breasts with your arms pulled behind the stem of the inverted Y and wrapped tightly behind you. The covering then skips your breasts and continues immediately above right up to just below your nose. Your nose and eyes are free but your forehead is restrained to the post with he same material. Your hair is free and flows around your face. You cannot move at all except for your eyes, which so far have been unable to focus on anything except the "art" around you.

There are a series of spotlights that focus around you, perfectly highlighting your body and your treasures and providing a bit of warmth in the overly air conditioned room. After being secured to your post, your exposed parts were carefully painted in gold and silver latex. The only parts not covered were your pussy lips and your nipples. They were however given special attention. Your pussy lips are being help apart and open by a small clamp, one on each labia. The clamps are attached to a very thin gold chain than runs around behind you. The red of your swollen lips a brilliant contrast against the gold latex behind it. Your nipples are also clipped but the short but heavy gold chain runs in front of you pulling your tits together. Your lovely hair has been streaked with both silver and gold highlights. You have now been here, alone, like this for almost 2 hours, waiting for the first guest to arrive.

Finally the first guests begin to arrive. You have been imagining what they might look like, how they might react to seeing you but you are in no way prepared for what you are about to see. Each guest enters the room, one at a time. Each guest is dressed completely in black. Each guest wears a mask covering his or her eyes and nose, just like in each painting. Guest after guest pours in till at least fifty people are milling about looking at the pictures, paintings, and sculptures. It seems obvious from the general body shapes that most of the mysterious guests are men, or rather, only a few are obviously women. Oddly, they all seem to ignore you.

After close to an hour, my friend, the host calls everyone's attention to a sculpture off to the side of you, one you can not see. You vaguely remember it though from before. What you remember is that it contained rather large black feathers. You can see each guest walk over and take a large feather in his or her hand before standing in a circle around you. You can feel the warmth seeping between your legs as you imagine what they might do.

...The crowd surrounds you now. Almost as if rehearsed, they begin to circle you, their eyes glued to the work of art before them, you. You want to close your eyes to avoid seeing this but at the same time you are too fascinated to look away. Then it happens. As they circle you, they begin to reach out with their feathers. The feathers find the few places that are exposed. The tops of your thighs, your crotch (front and back), your breasts, your face covered by gently sweeps of the crowd's feathers. Each delicate touch registers like an explosion on your body. Your pussy instantly responds by getting wetter and wetter, the juices clearly running down your thighs and soaking the feather tips that dare to touch it. The sensations are almost too much. You become entranced by the tickling, feeling the fire ignite in your sexual parts.

Suddenly you feel, not the tickle of a feather, but the weight of a hand on your ass. Yes, someone has touched you with their bare skin. You welcome the heavy feeling thankful that it is not another tease. But it is a tease, it is just a caress of your smooth latex covered skin. The circling has slowed but not stopped. As soon as that hand is removed another takes its place then another again and again. Now they begin to touch you in the front. Hands on your breasts, your thighs, touching the juices but never the pink parts (or rather the now almost glowing red parts). So many hands, all wanting to touch you. A hand on your face, so soft, mmmm.

All of the sensations blur into one giant sensation. The touching becomes more urgent for no apparent reason. They begin to pull at your hardened nipples, a few pull at the chain causing the clamps to bite harder into your nipples. A finger parts your cheeks, nudging your anus. More and more and more and more. They can't seem to get enough of you. They begin to circle faster and then finally, when you have to have it, you feel it. Finally a finger on your hot dripping pussy. The finger touches gently, feeling the wetness, then slowly slides deep inside causing you to convulse into orgasm. You have been so magnificently restrained however that you are unable to move and have to be satisfied with tensing your muscles. There are so many fingers in that room. Each of them wants their turn. Each of them wants to be inside you. Each one is getting their chance. A few of the more daring guests plant a kiss or just a tiny lick on your exposed nipples as the fingers probe you. They are so impatient they need to probe. Yes, they find another hole to probe and the fingers begin to slip into your anus.

Your senses are so overwhelmed, you slip in and out of bliss and the orgasms hit you fast and hard. Tiny orgasms all blending into one huge sensation. Each penetration seems to send a shockwave thru your body. Just when you think you will pass out from the intensity, the crowd stops. The circle opens in front of you and you see a man, also dressed in black but without the mask. Even with the mask, you would have recognized me.

I slowly approach you, my eyes never leaving yours. I snap my fingers and what seems like a dozen hands reach around from behind you. The nipple clamps come off sending a rush of warmth to your nipples and the hands begin to caress your body. Some touch through the fabric, others more brazenly, though no hand touches your pussy. I walk right up to you, my face inches from yours. I look deep into your eyes and simply whisper, "I want you," then slowly sink to my knees.

A few seconds later you erupt into yet another explosion as my tongue laps the juices freely flowing from your slit. My mouth locks onto your swollen, throbbing clit and I hungrily suck it into my mouth as my finger probes your asshole. Every person in that room is completely silent enjoying the spectacle before them. My finger fucks your asshole as my tongue lashes against your pussy.

After a few more moments, I stand. Reaching up, I pull the fabric from over your mouth and kiss you hard on the mouth, smearing your juices over your lips. My tongue slips into your mouth and we kiss, more passionately than every before, more passionately than you ever imagined possible. Halfway thru the kiss, you feel it. You feel my harder than ever before cock nudging at your pussy. With a flick of my hips, I am deep inside of you. The pleasure tears through your body and you literally see fireworks as your body is overwhelmed with the intensity of your cumming. My cock pumps long, hard, fast strokes into your quivering pussy. The last thing you remember before passing out is that someone from behind you, parts your cheeks with their hands and slips their tongue into your asshole as my cock rams into you, over and over again.

When you wake, you are still secured to the Y frame but the room has emptied. The pictures on the wall have been replaced with 24x36 full color pictures of the earlier events. Pictures of you, immobilized, teased, touched, eaten, and fucked. The one that catches your attention the most is in the center; the picture of my head between your legs and almost a dozen hands roaming over your body with a caption that simply reads, "Well-cum to our club". You can only wonder what might happen next.

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