Model Slave Pt. 02 Ch. 02

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 2

Madison had spent the afternoon back in her apartment reliving the bondage session with the photographer. She relaxed in a warm bath with her hands still caressing all the parts that had been devastated by the photographer. The bath did nothing to diminish the trembling cravings inside her that she was still captive to. He had done things to her that had fulfilled many of her fantasies and her body quivered with intense sexual yearnings and she needed relief.

Madison had always been the tease and she had been the one to torment her male prey. Yes, she got just as turned on as they did, but she was the one in control. The photographer had showed her that turning herself over to a dominant lover shattered all her self-induced climaxes. She knew then that she needed to go clubbing to tease and torment some young men.

Before modeling, she had been the head cheerleader and the homecoming queen for two years. She had been the valedictorian, everyone knew with her brains, and beauty the world was hers for the taking. Madison had been royalty in high school and created the arrogant, exhibitionist that she is. She had come to the city to make it as a model and just like everyone predicted she exploded on the modeling scene, taking the world by storm. The perfect body photoshoot for Shape magazine was a natural progression and that had led her to the photographer's studio.

At the studio a world she never imagined opened up. She had never had a sexual partner and had only used herself and her toys to satisfy her unrestrained and rampant sexual desires. As a result, her only orgasms had been by her own hand, and they were nothing like what she had just experienced. She found freedom when the photographer bound her, and her mind soared with expectations. The camera and the audience had been an incredibly powerful aphrodisiac. The combination of bondage and exhibitionism had kept her on the edge of bliss and the slightest touch from the photographer had sent her spiraling into orgasmic nirvana. Her whole world had been turned upside down in the last couple of hours.

She knew no matter what, she had been changed. She could never go back to straight sex, and she wanted to feel those lusting eyes caressing her body. Madison wanted to be bound tightly as her body was forced to accept the blissful agony of multiple orgasms. She wanted to feel a cock inside her filling her with more and more of what she had discovered last couple of hours. But being the tease was part of her and any man would have to be incredible to break through her haughty persona.

Madison loved being the center of attention. Every clubbing outing, photo shoot or video left her horny and desperate for a climax. Despite never having a man or woman make love to her she spent many hours of each night masturbating to a series of climaxes that never seemed fulfilling enough. She never stopped trying and after the photography session, she really needed a healthy dose of males worshiping her body. However, giving herself to a lover was just a non-starter, her body was hers to play with.

However, if her bondage session had taught her anything, it was that she needed a strong, dominant man that could take her to the places she wanted to go. Being bound, stretched, teased and tormented blew her mind, but the orgasms piled on top of orgasms had sent her on a fast rocket to the moon. Her explosive climaxes were like nothing she had ever had before, and she wanted more. But she wasn't sure she wanted someone else to induce these mind-altering orgasms into her body. Right now, she needed to go tease and drive men wild with her body.

She had bought a new clubbing outfit that revealed a LOT of skin and the skin that was covered, was covered so tightly it looked painted on it. From the moment she entered the club she felt hungry eyes caressing her toned form and her sexual core once again flamed on, aching to be touched or fondled. That is why she became a model. Her entire life she wanted men to lust after her, she wanted to make them hard, panting and desperate to have her. But no one could have her, she was a teaser of the first order.

Her new outfit consisted of two satiny two-inch-wide suspenders that barely covered the nipples of her breasts, leaving the rest of her plump breasts gloriously nude. The suspenders were attached to a tight microscopic micro mini skirt that seemed to be painted on. The skirt almost covered her ass cheeks leaving tantalizing glimpses of ass cheeks and so low slung her thong peeked out the top and bottom. For all practical purposes she was naked with just a few scrapes of cloth covering what she needed to be legally covered.

While her body was a wet dream come true most men never made it to her graceful, beautiful and photographic face. She was five foot four, slim, petite and gorgeous. Her full gravity defying breasts led to a long, regal and gorgeously defined neck. Her face was defined by soft oval with sharp angles including high prominent cheekbones, a wide mouth with her chin the perfect foil for her face. However, it was her wild, sensual blue eyes that captured everyone that looked at her. When her eyes found anyone, they felt their groin tighten and they knew the promise of erotic bliss was hidden in her eyes.

She spent most of her time on the dance floor showing off and there were three guys ogling her and vying for her attention. She glanced down at her tiny waist and rippling stomach muscles and smiled at her bits of perspiration glistening in the strobe lights. She knew the lights sparkling off her skin only added to her alure and that is why she had sprinkled small bits of glitter on her taut torso and legs.

Madison knew her body was incredible because she worked hard every day to sculpt her figure into the taut, fit, sexy form she knew men and women drooled over. However, there were some things that body sculpting could not help and that was where plastic surgeons came in. Her D-cup breasts were one of those situations and her new figure was perfect for allowing her to model lingerie, swimsuits, bondage, and glamour.

She loved modeling, the thought of millions of guys ogling her photos made her tingle all over. She loved showing off showing as much as she could, skimpy lingerie or tiny bikinis were the norm, but she really loved nude artistic glamour shoots. Showing the body, she worked so hard to create gave her a thrill as she thought of men drooling over her photos and maybe even masturbating over them. The only thing better was the immediate feedback she got dancing in the clubs, seeing the lust and desperate desire in the eyes of the men watching her was a powerful aphrodisiac. They could never have her, but they could slobber all over the club or her photos wanting her.

When she was modeling every snap of the camera's shutter sent a tingle of bliss running through her body, God, she loved it and couldn't get enough. In most of her photos her figure would be revealed in sensual, alluring, and provocative ways, but her face always had a look of frantic desire. She had mastered the come-hither look but had moved past that into an 'I want you now' look. These hot longing looks made her a popular model in any shoot she wanted to do.

Madison had an incredibly voracious sex drive but was still a virgin when it came to having a man inside her. She used dildo's, vibrators and anything else that helped her find the euphoria she craved. After a night of clubbing, she would be so hot she would go home alone and using her toys, masturbate to countless orgasms until she fell asleep. Usually when she woke up, she would still be horny and require a couple of more climaxes, but her fantasies were of a man she had never seen.

The three men surrounding her, each hoping to have her in their bed today, tried touching her but were rebuffed each time. However, each attempted touch only made Madison that much hotter. But just like a strip club, she wiggled, slinked, and touched them, she loved rubbing their crotch and feeling their hardened desire, but they couldn't touch her. It was almost time to leave. Her nipples ached, her pussy was swimming in her juices and her mind was swirling with sexual fantasies. She knew if she stayed much longer, she might be tempted to live out her dreamy desires.

As she danced, her eyes roved over all her admirers and when she saw the hunk in the leather vest her dance became a little more seductive. Madison watched him watch her and her libido began to build into a fiery craving. All those eyes watching her were like caresses touching her skin, but the man in the tight leather pants was looking at her like she was his main course feast. She couldn't stop the way his hard eyes made her womb tremble in need.

He was the dreamiest hunk she had ever seen. Women were twirling around him like the men were circling around her. His eyes were on her, undressing her with a dominant gaze that made her tummy do flip-flops. She knew that if she stayed here, she might give in to his ferocious appetites to dominate her. Madison began to back towards the door, scared that her cravings may well drive her to give in to him. She knew that this man was not to be trifled with or teased.

It was then that he began to walk over to her, leaving five women fuming and staring daggers at her. He was wearing a black leather vest with nothing underneath and his ripped body weaved a sexy masculine vibe. His six-pack abs lead to a massive chest with muscles layered on top of muscles. His chest was covered in a coating of blonde hair that partially hid some of his strong powerful physique. His arms were massive and larger than her thighs and he looked so strong she knew he could lift her with one arm and have whatever he wanted, including her.

He was wearing skin-tight black leather pants and boots that showed a massive masculine package between his thighs. His gigantic cock bulged down his thigh, with his legs being larger than her waist. She trembled in her dancing shoes, feeling like he was a magnetic drawing her to him. He was massively strong, ripped and had a look on his face that told her he was used to getting whatever he wanted, but so was she.

A drink arrived and the waitress told her it was from the man in the tight leather pants. She looked over at him and he raised his glass in a toast. Normally she never accepted a drink from a stranger, but damn he was so hot and could have any woman in the club and he wanted her, so she gulped the drink and went back to dancing. Now her dancing was for him but the more wildly seductive her dance the harder and more demanding his eyes became. He was demanding more from her, and her scintillating body responded with gusto.

The aphrodisiac in the drink began to enhance her already on fire libido and soon her dancing rivaled the best exotic dancer anyone in the club had ever seen. Her swiveling hips drew every eye in the club while her breasts danced provocatively on her chest with only her suspenders barely covering her nipples.

Madison's body glistened with bits of perspiration mixed with glitter as her dancing became more erotically raunchy and the fiery cravings inside her became more overwhelming. The muscles in her torso and belly bunched and knotted as her hips and breasts went opposite directions. Her eyes became cloudy with unrequited lust. With her audience, the stranger in the leather outfit and the unknown aphrodisiacs coursing through her veins she never remembered this being turned on. Madison knew she had to leave, or her desires might devastate her.

As the stranger ambled towards her, his eyes blazed with a brutal kind of desire, one that conquered her and for the first time she felt overwhelmed. Madison had always had fantasy's about being under control of a dominant man and for the first time she felt as if she had found one in front of her. His stern demanding stare let her know that he would not tolerate her leaving. She took a shuddering breath and stopped moving towards the door, letting him catch up to her. Madison affixed her haughtiest look to her face daring him to address her and he smiled a knowing smile.

He looked at this gorgeous piece woman and knew she needed taming. He would bet that she had never had a real man, well she was about to. The men vying for her attention parted and let him close to Madison. When he stopped in front of her his eyes traveled over her barely covered shape and nodded his approval saying, "I love your outfit and it shows off your spectacular figure in an exquisite display of femininity. By the way my name is Rocky."

Madison stood speechless as his eyes soaked in her beauty while figuratively stripping her naked. His massive hands reached out spanned her tiny waist, his hot hands caressing and controlling her silky skin. Madison felt his hands separate and make a slow tortuous climb up her waist, over her prominent ribs covered in silky skin. His hands touched and slowly caressed the outside of her breasts leaving her head spinning with a craving she had never known. No one had ever touched her like this. She had never allowed it with anyone, but she couldn't stop him and didn't want to stop him.

She watched as his hand rose to her left suspender with his fingers sliding underneath the strap at the top of her breast. She felt his warm fingers pressing against her upper breast and she held her breath as his fingers sent blistering waves of erotic fire down her body. If it had been any other man, she would have slapped him and left in a huff, but something about this man commanded obedience and as she stood still, she didn't know what to do. His eyes locked onto hers and she couldn't turn away. She felt entranced, felt her heart beating wildly and her heavy breathing pushed more of her breast into his caressing fingers.

He began running his fingers slowly down the inside of the strap, stroking her sensitive breasts flesh as he pretended to slowly examine her suspender. His fingers were torturous erotic fire melting into her breast and filling her with a craving she couldn't deny. Then his fingers reached her hard, engorged nipple and the fiery passion turned into an inferno that blistered her very soul. After a stuttering breath that somehow made her nipple ache with need, her mouth fell open with a soft, long moaning, "OOOOOOOOOOOOO".

One finger flicked her distended nipple causing her to jerk in exploding passion. Then his finger was on the other side of her swollen nipple and in between two fingers. Tantalizingly slowly the fingers began to close, crushing the sensitive nub between them. His eyes still held her captive, and he saw the wild passion building behind her eyes, while his fingers taunted her inflamed nipple flesh.

For seconds that seemed like hours his fingers teased, crushed, and toyed with her now ultra-sensitive nub. Her eyes were still locked to his, but Rocky watched as Madison's eyes began to cloud over with searing euphoria building inside her. She felt her knees wobble as the fiery passion roared through her. His smile widened as her throaty moan became louder and more seductive. Neither of them noticed the crowd watching with bated breath.

Rocky's fingers finally released her nipple and continued to caress Madison's sensitive under-boob. Her eyes cleared, flickered to his and she was about to protest when he shushed her, "Ssshhh Baby, I love the feel of the satin suspender as it glides over your silky skin." Then his fingers were gone, and Madison snapped out of her trance.

She stared questioningly into his eyes, not wanting his tantalizing touch to stop. Madison realized that the entire club had been watching him do whatever he wanted to the gorgeous creature all of them wanted to touch and definitely bed her. She saw the laughter in his eyes and knew he was just playing with her just as she had played with the men surrounding her. The merciless tease had just been teased and she blushed in humiliation for perhaps the first time. She twirled and stalked away leaving everyone watching and wondering.

As Madison ran away, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. Yes, she had been humiliated and embarrassed, but oh God she still felt his fingers on her breast and playing with her nipples. She was so confused that she ran out to her car and sat in the driver's seat. Madison was so, so, so she didn't know what she was.

She had gone into the club her normal gorgeous, egotistical, teasing, arrogant and sure of her exhibitionist beauty. She blew all the boys away, but then a man conquered her haughty ways, leaving her trembling in need. Madison had left the club with her body vibrating like an erotic guitar string. Her body had never felt like this and if she was honest with herself, she wanted so much more.

As she sat in her car trying to calm down, she flashed back to a time when she was clubbing with a model friend of hers named Alison. Alison was about five years older and had been modeling for over ten years. She had said, "You can tease, get off on making every man want you and desire you, but someday a man will come along that makes you weak in the knees then you'll do anything to have him."

Madison had never had a man mesmerize her the way the man in leather did, and she wondered if she had just met that man for her. Because right now she would give him anything if he would just take her to the nirvana she craved. She slipped the suspenders off her breasts, grabbed her inflamed nipples and began to pinch and pull on them. She tried to emulate what Rocky had done, but it wasn't the same.

She had to go home and use all her toys to find some erotic relief and she might even use those nipple clamps she bought months ago but was too afraid to use. Madison started her car, slid one hand under her thong, began to frantically rub her clit, put the car in gear and began to race home as fast as she could.

Rocky knew what he had seen. Madison was haughty, cocky, incredibly gorgeous lady, and she was a closet submissive. Despite her endless teasing he knew she really wanted to feel someone take control of her and give her more bliss than she ever dreamed about. Rocky could see a powerful sexual drive that had never been tapped and it was his job to help her find her wild and submissive sexuality. He followed and watched her sit in her car frantically pulling her nipples and he made a quick phone call.