Model Slave Pt. 02 Ch. 10

The party was supposed to be for modeling agencies to see prospective models. Madison knew that her job was to metaphorically seduce the modeling agencies personnel. She needed to be a combination of sexy, classy, and innocent. In other words, she needed to be whatever the agency people were looking for. She arrived at the party and soon knew she was the most gorgeous woman in the room.

Madison remembered how her movements looked in the mirrors and she tried to mimic those moves creating a slow seductive dance. Everyone was noticing her artful dance and there were four guys crowding around her vying for her attention. She ignored them, because Madison knew this is all about wowing the modeling movers and shakers on the balcony and her slow seduction is aimed at them. If she wanted a modeling contract, she knew she had to stand out among the beautiful assortment of sensually displayed flesh. Occasionally, she would cast a furtive glance to the balcony to make sure the patrons were watching and all the eyes on her gave her goose bumps.

All these eyes on her created a needful ache in her sexual core, electrifying her. She glanced at her body's slow twisting seductive movements under the fishnet, and it excited her even more. Her breasts were sensuously pushing the fishnet around alternately hiding or creating tantalizing views. Her hard throbbing nipples created lumps beneath the pasties that would occasionally poke through the fishnet. Madison wanted the pasties gone so everyone could see her delight at being exhibited with her engorged nipples thrusting proudly through the dress.

The sensual music began to flow through her, and her movements became wildly erotic. She was becoming the embodiment of the fervent woman displayed in the photographer's studio. Her hands roamed her body lifting her breasts and presenting them to her eager audience. She toyed with the edges of the pasties thinking about ripping them off and freeing her engorged nipples to the enthusiastic crowd. Then her teasing instincts kicked in and her hands dropped to the bottom of her dress, lifting it, teasing it upward.

The fluid rocking of her hips beckoned as they swiveled on separate gimbals from the rest of her body creating their own sexual fantasy. Her taut belly twisted in a seductive beguiling display trying to unite the two blistering parts of her body into an enthralling temptation. As a result of her swaying hips the back of the dress pulled halfway up her sneakily displayed ass revealing her tight firm tantalizing ass cheeks. The uncovering of her ass also left her shapely, toned legs totally on parade.

Madison thought of pulling down the bottom of her dress from the moment she got out of the limo. The act of walking seemed to make the very short dress crawl up her ass revealing her enticing derrière. By the time she made it to the dance floor she had given up on pulling down the dress and displayed her ass to the crowd. When she saw the looks her uncovered ass received, she breathlessly sought to display it in its most seductive light. Once again, the trills of exhibiting herself flowed through her creating a pool of wetness between her legs.

Suddenly she felt a soft hand caressing her naked ass and turned abruptly to see the gorgeous redhead that greeted her standing behind her. Madison blushed as the woman continued to caress her naked skin then she leaned in to whisper in her ear. "It's time you came upstairs, my seductive little vixen."

Madison was very conscious of all the eyes on her. Everyone on the dance floor looked jealous and was wondering why she had to go upstairs. However, the people upstairs looked at her as though she was a piece of livestock or a piece of meat they were appraising. She honestly didn't feel comfortable in either scenario, but she knew this was her chance and she knew she had to wow the powerful people. She tried to walk elegantly and at the same time sexily as she followed the redhead to the balcony.

As she reached the top of the staircase, the photographer from yesterday's photo shoot approached her and grabbed her hand. Madison cast her eyes downwards, blushing in remembrance of what he had done to her and the incredible ecstasy she felt as he did it. He gently kissed her cheek and began to pull her behind him as he introduced her to person after person.

The names ran together, and she had no idea who any of these people were. A few of the women were kind and understanding giving her a soft hug or light kiss on the cheek. However, for the most part everyone, man or woman, looked at her with an appraising eye. Some even touched her as you would a piece of livestock during an appraisal at an auction. Madison felt very uncomfortable with the whole process, but she assumed that they were appraising her modeling potential. She tried to be stoic, while trying to present as beautiful a package as she could to potential investors.

Shortly after her arrival, Madison was offered her second glass of wine and even though she rarely drank, she greedily gulped it down trying to calm her nerves. After her second glass of wine, she was feeling kind of tipsy, but it loosened her up and she began to flirt with the powerful people. Despite her giggling flirtations, none of the people upstairs responded with anything except a vaguely interested scowl. They all seemed to be interested in her, but no one seemed to want to get to know her. She assumed these people were just all business and really weren't interested in who she was, only her marketability as a model.

After about an hour of schmoozing, the photographer grabbed her arm and led her to a back-spiral staircase that led down to the stage behind a drawn curtain. There she found herself on an empty stage with a post placed in the middle and the post had manacles at the top and bottom. She noticed she was alone on the stage, except for the four huge, muscle-bound bouncers that moved to surround her.

Her flight or fight reflexes took over and she turned to run the minute her feet hit the stage. Unfortunately, the bouncers had anticipated her move and caught her arms quickly binding them in a set of manacles in front of her. She started struggling but knew she didn't stand a chance. The bouncers were at least a foot and a half taller than she was and at least triple her weight. The bouncers started laughing as one of them easily scooped her up and tucked her under his arm as he carried her across the stage.

Within seconds Madison's manacled hands were stretched high above her head tied to the ring on the post. Her 3" heeled boots were the only reason she was not dangling from the ring, but still her petite size, she was left her straining to touch the floor. Her mind whirled trying to figure out what was happening, and she twisted looking at the men grinning at her. Someone was talking on the other side of the curtain in front her.

Yesterday she had been displayed in front of a web audience, but tonight there would be real people watching her. Just the thought of all those eyes, licking tongues and sweaty palms all drooling over her erotically displayed body had her womanly folds soaked in her essence. Likewise, her nipples were so hard they began to push the pasties pealing back one of the edges still covering only a portion of her aureoles.

Nervous anxiety hit her square in the face, along with panic and a thousand other emotions as the curtain approached. She found herself gasping for breath, but still couldn't seem to get enough air in her lungs. Her head was spinning with her eyes darting to and fro looking for an escape. If she hadn't been bound, she would have been in full flight mode and ran for her life. She knew her life was about to change, but would it be good or bad, she didn't know and was scared to find out.

As the curtain parted, Madison saw a huge crowd amassed before her. There were three rows of tables in front of the stage and at least six laptops with WebCams on each table. Obviously, these were the rich recluses that chose to participate anonymously. There was a delegate behind each laptop and many of these were the people she had met on the balcony.

Beyond the tables were masses of people sitting on chairs or couches continuing further and further back until they faded into the darkness. The lights from the stage lit only about half the audience and Madison visualized hundreds more watching her than she couldn't see. The balcony was the same with people lined along the balcony in chairs and couches and people standing behind them. As her eyes darted along the crowd, she noticed her image on Jumbotrons located on each side of the club.

Madison's scrutiny of the crowd was short-lived as yesterday's photographer stepped in front of her. She released the breath she didn't realize she was holding as she looked into his expectant face. He reached out and caressed her face lightly and almost lovingly as he said, "My God Madison, you really are incredibly beautiful. With that haircut and dress, you are the most gorgeous as well as the hottest woman I have ever seen. If I didn't need the money, I would keep you for myself." His eyes raked over her bound form, and he added, "Damn, I'll bet you set a new bidding record and I get 20%."

As her eyes started to cloud with tears she chokingly said, "You are selling me into slavery and betraying all my trust. How could you do this?" She choked then whispered, "How could you do this?"

The photographer didn't answer, just gazed wistfully as his eyes roamed over her bound and craftily presented body. He sorrowfully shook his head and turned to the audience saying, "Ladies and gentlemen this young woman, as you can plainly see, is an incredibly stunning and beautiful woman, but she is much more than that."

"This gorgeous creature is a model of great renown and whoever purchases her will have a body and face that will keep you excited and enthralled every day. However, she is also a willful and petulant woman and knows how to use her fabulous beauty to manipulate anyone around her. Think hard about your purchase because she will test you. But once you release the passion inside her you will never want anyone else.

"She is new to this scene and has never experienced any of what this life has to offer. However, yesterday's performance convinced me and those of you that saw it, that she is a natural submissive. She is foremost a reluctant, but enchanting exhibitionist and she needs bondage to release her inner fire. With the right training and the right master, she can become the most amazing submissive any of us have ever seen."

He looked out into the audience and ask, "So are any of you man enough ... or woman enough to take on the training of the most spectacular submissive I've ever seen? If you are, she will fulfill your every fantasy. Most of you know my reputation and I can easily say this woman is like none I have ever brought before you. She is special and demands special treatment and a special price."

He continued to stare into the crowd for several heartbeats then said, "Ok let's see what we have."

Madison's eyes were moving from face to face, feeling their eyes pour their lust, passion and desire into her. She once again felt that craving fluttering in her belly, that throbbing hunger awakening her body and making everything feel sexually intense. She knew what was coming and part of it horrified her; however, the red-hot searing excitement overruled all common sense. She looked the photographer in the eye, defiantly telling him to do his worst.

The photographer gave a crooked smile that told her he was going to enjoy this. He stepped to the side so that Madison was fully exposed to the audience and with a pair of scissors in his hand began to slowly cut the knots of the fishnet dress. Madison tried to look defiant as the knots were slowly opened, exposing more and more of her lustrous skin beneath. She wasn't going to let them break her and put on her best haughty beauty queen face. However, passionate goose bumps erupted on the newly exposed skin showing her true feelings and true desires.

The dress was open from her neck to just above her navel when he stopped cutting. He studied her for a second then reached beneath the dress for her left breast and removed the pasty freeing her hard thrusting nipple. Madison moaned lustily as the cords of the fishnet scraped her nipple as it poked through the holes in the netting. The photographer removed the other pasty and Madison quivered with lust. Both of her nipples were being incessantly rubbed and teased by the fishnet.

The simmering fire in her loins burst into flames. Every breath rubbed her hard-turgid nipples against the knots in the dress fanning her lusty fire. The needy heat in her belly made her breath harder, stimulating her nipples even more. Madison tried to stem the growing craving, but her hard lust laden breaths only made the fire hotter.

Madison watched the audience intently as her nipples came into view. The intensity of the audience's hunger escalated as more of her was revealed. Some of the audience leaned forward in their seats to get a better view while others looked to the Jumbotron for close-ups. Madison felt the crowd demanding more from her and her body responded with an agonizingly intense, heated desire. She felt engulfed in the still familiar but insatiable wanton ache between her thighs.

His hand with the scissors moved towards the dress as though to begin cutting again, but before he did a smirk appeared on his face and he tugged on the dress. Madison threw her head back against the pole as the tug on the fishnet pulled and scraped her enflamed nipples, sending white-hot jolts of ecstasy through her body. She gasped, sucking in a lung full of passionate air and moaned erotically as she stutteringly released the breath.

Gone was her Ice queen look as erotic fire raced through her body. Her chest was heaving trying to catch her breath forcing her breasts to wobble enticingly and making the fishnet stimulate her nipples even more. Her belly clinched as she tried to rein in the insatiable desire in her womb, but the eyes of the audience demanded more. The scorching fire inside her could not be concealed and her face revealed her erotic anguish.

The photographer went back to cutting the knots of the dress and when he was an inch or so below her navel, he stopped. He repositioned the scissors and cut through the cords on her left shoulder that held the dress in place. The left side of the dress collapsed sliding down her breast with her nipple grabbing at each hole as it passed until finally the nipple caught a hole it could hold onto. Every caress and tug on her nipple electrified her body blazing a trail to her already soaked womanly folds. All of the fear and anguish had been swept away on a tide of blistering passion. Left in its place was a craving hunger clutched in her belly and her womanly treasure ablaze with need.

The photographer moved to the right side of the dress and cut the cords that held the dress in place. Once again as the dress slid away her nipple grabbed at each hole and the knots caressed her nipple, shooting flames of enraged passion through her body. Finally, her nipple grabbed an unexpected knot and both sides of the dress hung precariously from her taut, distended nipples. Madison's head was thrashing back and forth as stimulating tremors raced through her sexual core.

Madison arched her back, thrusting over stimulated nipples into the wrestling match with the knots and the holes of the dress. The constant nipple play was making it hard to breathe and her deep gasping breath shook her breasts to the point where nipples could no longer support the dress. Her nipples released their hold on the dress with it sliding down her body hanging on her hips, leaving her topless and on display to the audience. Madison gazed into the audience and their hungry appreciation for her flaunted body was readily apparent.

The photographer continued to cut the knots of the dress until it parted completely cascading to the floor of the cart. The photographer stepped to the side to make sure the audience had a good view of Madison's spectacular figure. He reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples. Madison tried to resist the rousing stimulation, but her body had thoughts of its own as her back arched, thrusting her breasts into more of the harsh treatment.

The photographer lightly caressed her body before pulling the thong away from her body and cutting the strings on the side. As he discarded her soaking wet garment, he snapped his finger and four of the dancers advanced on her. There were two women plus two men still in their skimpy dancing attire as they moved in unison towards the bound and naked Madison.

The men pulled on the manacles above her head stretching her arms and lifting her to the point that her toes only skimmed the stage floor. Now Madison was bound in the shape of an I, all within the limits of the pole. The presentation of Madison's naked body attached to the pole was as spectacularly beautiful as it was erotic. The lights on the stage were positioned to highlight certain areas or create dramatic shadows in others. With her arms stretched above her head, her breasts were lifted into the light with her turgid nipples pleading for carnal stimulation.

Her ribs were pulled tight against her skin with shadows defining their structure. The shadows obscured her concave belly, but the lights behind her left her tiny waist in a beautiful silhouette. Another light highlighted her nether regions with her arousing nectar coating her bald, succulent pussy lips, leaving it shimmering in the light. Her golden hair swirled around her face and shoulders making her look like an erotic angel.

The photographer began to present various parts of her body like a hostess would on a game show. For a second Madison imagined a game show hostess presenting her breasts saying, "and these breasts will provide you many hours of erotic pleasure." It felt good to make light of her situation for a second, but it was brought back to reality on the other side of the stage.

A light snapped on the far side of the stage and the house lights came up as the auctioneer began the bidding process. Bidding started off fast and furious and was soon at a number that Madison thought was outrageous. However, there was a certain pride that people would spend this much money to possess her. As the bidding went on, she felt dejected as people focused on the auctioneer instead of her. Her exhibitionism needed the crowds undivided attention and approval and she squirmed erotically to garner more attention and it worked.

The photographer noticed Madison's passionate ardor beginning to wane and he gave a nod to the two men and women that had bound Madison previously. Madison gave a small shriek as suddenly eight hands and four mouths were devouring sensitive flesh. The slightly diminished fire in her loins roared back to life and was soon an unstoppable bonfire roaring through her body, reigniting the desperate craving inside her.

The two men took her upper body with their hands caressing and pinching as their mouths latched on to her nipples. They used their lips, teeth, tongue and mouth to thrill and electrify her already sensitive and inflamed breast flesh. Her nipples were hard as diamonds aching with fanatical need. Her nipples were so swollen and enflamed that Madison felt like they were going to burst.

The women concentrated on her lower body with mouths ravenously attacking her pussy and sphincter. They were soft and gentle, but at the same time hard and challenging her to give in to their demands. She felt deliriously wanton, sexy and even dirty as their mouths probed her pussy and anus. She whimpered as they started, but these turned into deeply erotic moans as they continued their onslaught.