Fenna is a big fan of the world famous artist Matteo. She's over the moon when she gets to be the muse in his next project. However his next project is about capturing Stockholm Syndrome.
An Art Project
She gazed at the black curtains, they became foggier and foggier. He was close, she could feel him, he was so close she could just lean into his chest and smell his aftershave. It was almost mesmerizing.
‘What’s happening?’ She ask disoriented. She knew love could feel like you were floating, and they said love was blind, but she didn’t think that was meant literally. She blinked her eyes and tried to focus on her surroundings, where were they now? Everything was so hazy, the black curtains had disappeared, they were somewhere else now. The weren’t in the studio, but in a bedroom. She reached for her head and pressed her palm against her temple.
‘What’s going on?’ She asked
His voice. His magical mystical voice. ‘No worries honey.’ His timbre vibrated through her entire body, her pussy got warm and started to tingle, love was coarsening through her veins. Maybe love was too big of a word, she’d only just met him today. Although she felt like she’d know him for years. She was a big fan of his work, she traveled from gallery to gallery to visit all his expositions and she devoured his interviews. He was a star, he was an artist, she admired him and looked up to him for a long as she could remember. Now he was unfathomably close, his arms around her chest, his body supporting hers, he guided her towards the bed.
Tender he dropped her body on the satin sheets. She tried to sit up, to say something charming, to give him an invitation to join her on the bed. Yet her limbs were too weak and they didn’t agree with her. When her head hit the pillow the world started spinning, she closed her eyes and fought the sleepiness. She didn’t want to fall asleep right here right now. This was his bed. Matteo’s bed, she wanted to soak in every minute of it.
She forced herself to open her eyes and to look around the room. He was rumbling in a drawer, maybe that’s were he kept his socks, or even better his underwear. Although his Mansion was enormous, it would be unlikely that his bedroom would be directly adjacent to his photo studio. This must be some sort of guest room, a place for the models to spend the night, or a place for the models to regain their composure if they’d fainted from the warm lights and from being in his powerful presence. Maybe that’s what’s happened, maybe she’d fainted too.
Fenna finally did it, she was a model for Matteo. She would be immortalized in his unique photography style, her likeness would travel all over the world and be shown everywhere, from the MOMA in New York, till the Modern Tate in London, to The Guggenheim in Spain.
Art critics and Art lovers would study her face intently, every wrinkle, every freckle, every loosened hair would have a meaning, her existence would finally have a meaning because of Matteo.
No wonder she felt so dazed and lightheaded, so dizzy and disoriented, this was such a milestone of her existence, it was a moment of such great importance that it was simply overwhelming.
Matteo sat down next to her on the edge of the bed. With the tip of his fingers he caressed her wrist and then he wrapped a rope around her wrist. He tied her down. Fenna glanced at the silky smooth pink robe.
‘Is that part of it?’ She asked.
‘Part of what?’ Matteo returned the question.
‘The photoshoot.’
‘O. Yeah. Sure.’ Matteo said. Uninterrupted he continued to tie her down. ‘The inspiration for this series came to me years ago,’ he mumbled. ‘But I never found the right model, until you entered my studio, then I knew, this is it, this is her.’
Fenna felt butterflies in her tummy. ‘Yes.’ She said enthusiastic. ‘Yes, yes, yes, yes.’
‘I’m glad you agree.’ Matteo said. For a short moment he rested his hand on top of her head. ‘How do you feel?’
‘Perfect.’ Fenna said. ‘Just quite normal actually.’
‘I find that hard to believe.’ Matteo said. ‘I put a large dose of sedatives in your tea, and a few minutes ago you were slumping in my arms like a rag doll and I almost had to carry you to bed.’
‘Yes.’ Fenna said.
‘So how do you truly feel?’
‘Fine.’ Fenna said.
Matteo looked at her intently, his head tilted, his eyes squinting.
‘Fine.’ He said. ‘Well this is what we’re going to do. We’ll make a photography series about the Stockholm Syndrome. I will keep you here as long as I deem necessary and I will take a picture of you, every time you see me enter the room. That way we’ll end up with a photo series that reflects how your perception of me changes over time, the public will see all the different micro-emotions in your face evolving, and they’ll be made conscious of their own expression and the way they’re perception of you is changing... do you think I should add a mirror above each portrait? No that would be a bit too on the nose wouldn’t it?’
‘It’s brilliant.’ Fenna said in awe. ‘You’re a genius, you’re such an amazing artist, this is precisely why I wanted to work with you.’
He was laughing uncomfortable. ‘I like that you appreciate it, and I assume you’re too sedated still to truly grasp what I just told you, because in the beginning you’re going to be terrified, you’ll be disgusted by me, there’s anger and fear. If you’re just being my tied down cheerleader that kind off forgoes the purpose of this shoot.’
‘I’m sorry.’ Fenna said.
Matteo gave the ropes around her wrist and ankles all a big pull to check whether they were tight enough and then he sat down on the edge of the bed again. His hand smoothly gliding over her stomach, inching towards her groin, slowly he started rubber her between her legs. A warm tingle. She tried to suppress a moan and tilted her hips forward to welcome his fingers.
‘Look.’ Matteo said. ‘You can do this at the end of the project, when the Stockholm Syndrome is kicking in, but not yet.’ He sighed, but never stopped caressing her. Instead he unbuckled her pants and slid his hand inside. His warm fingers pressing into her panties. Her labia glowing and tingling, she felt a droplet of horniness emerging from her pussy.
‘Wait and see.’ Matteo said. ‘Now you invite me in, but when the sedatives have flushed through your body you’ll sing a different tune.’
‘I doubt it.’ Fenna said.
He pulled her pants down and also jerked her panties off. With his thumb he stroke through her groin, ever so softly caressing her pussy, toying with the wrinkly labia, teasingly circling the shiny clit.
Fenna felt even more floaty and dizzy. She marveled in the arousal that emerged from his touch, she relished his fingers, one of which now slowly entered her.
Matteo’s finger, Matteo’s finger, Matteo’s finger. It was like a mantra over and over again. The pleasures increasing, it filled her tummy, it took over her entire body. She closed her eyes and moaned. She moved along with his finger, she was squirming and wriggling in the bed because of all the arousal and then suddenly his finger disappeared.
Startled she opened her eyes. Matteo was standing next to the bed, he balanced on one foot as he was undressing himself. His cock emerged, it was thinner than she’d expected, but also slightly longer than she’d anticipated. A long cock with a slight curvature, the shaft emerging from a bush of brown curls, and beneath dangled his balls.
She moaned and trusted her hips forward.
Matteo crawled on top of her and with his hand he guided his cock into her pussy. Sliding further and further in, until he bumped into the back of her vagina. The penis wasn’t completely inside yet, so he kept pushing, even though there wasn’t any more room.
It was an uncomfortable feeling in her uterus, she let out a whining moan, but he seemed adamant on entering her, balls deep.
‘You’re so tight.’ He said panting. ‘So small.’
He retracted a little bit and started trusting. His tip pounding harder and rougher against the wall of her vagina. Fenna was being ripped apart. One moment she felt happily surprised about that, but the next moment she was squirming in pain and discomfort, then again she was confused about how this moment had came to be, but eventually there was just horniness and arousal chasing away any other thoughts and filling up her complete mind and body.
There was just this primitive feeling left, the desire for his cock, feeling loved and wanted, feeling attractive. She was following his rhythm, tilting her hips to guide him even deeper inside, no matter the discomfort that would lead to. Her breathing was shallow and she simply couldn’t control herself, some soft and some louder moans kept escaping her mouth.
Her body tensing up, her body was anticipating an orgasm, the pleasures were piling up, higher and higher. Another dash of arousal, another sprinkle of horniness and then it exploded and all those happy feelings were propelled into her body.
Her back was convulsing, she savored this moment, savored the river or pure luck that was crashing through her body.
When the highest peaks of her orgasm had passed, she started trembling. Her whole body was shocking and spasming. She couldn’t help herself, there were so much feelings, there was so much pleasure. She was screaming. Screaming as if her mouth was a vent for all those overwhelming pleasures, as if those screams were the only thing that would keep her sane.
A moment later her orgasm faded away. Lazily she relaxed into the satin sheets. Her eyes closed and she forced herself to relive the moment over and over again, to remember the moment for as long as she lived.
Matteo lied on top of her, his face close to her ear, she heard him panting and moaning. She didn’t even know for sure whether he had climaxed. Probably though, he was panting and grumbling as if he just orgasmed too.
‘If I wasn’t tied down I would wrap my arms around you.’ Fenna said.
Matteo pushed his self up on his elbows. He studied her face. ‘Excuse me.’ He said. ‘One moment.’
He got dressed and got his phone out, he walked back and forth through the room, nervously.
‘Yeah.’ He said into his phone. ‘I did everything exactly like you said. No, I dissolved those pills in her coffee, and while she appears to be kind of dazed she’s still … I don’t know too cheerful or something, should I give her some more?’
It was quiet for a moment.
‘But I don’t want her to be happily sedated, that will ruin the entire piece. I need her to be scared and frightened and … I know scared and frightened is the same thing... Well if that’s not how sedatives work why did you give me those.’
Matteo was silent for another moment. He walked back and forth through the room and kicked against the bed.
‘Are you sure that’s going to work?’ He asked. ‘Fine, fine. Let’s do that. Yes please. See you later.’
He put the phone down and sat himself next to Fenna, he gazed into her eyes and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. ‘She’ll be right here.’ He said. ‘It’s all going to be fine.’
Fenna didn’t know how much time had passed when the doorbell rang and Matteo shot up from the bed to welcome his guest. A moment later he returned with a tall woman, she looked stern, but maybe that was just the bun on top of her head. She examined Fenna, with a little flashlights she explored Fenna’s eyes, she listened to her heartbeat and her breathing and she checked the blood pressure.
‘How are you feeling.’ She finally asked Fenna.
‘Confused.’ Fenna said. ‘Mainly confused, but aside from that I feel fine.’
‘And what do you want her to feel?’ The lady turned towards Matteo.
‘Confusion is good, I guess.’ Matteo said. ‘But also fear and anger and... just everything, it needs to be more convincing, more realistic, the public will definitely notice the difference when we stage it all and fake it, it’s about micro-emotions and perspective.’
‘Right.’ The lady bit her lip and stared off into the distance. Then she focused on Fenna again. ‘And you’ve consented to this?’ She asked. ‘You know what he’s doing and you agreed to be his model in this project.’
‘Definitely.’ Fenna said. ‘It’s my greatest dream come through.’
The woman caressed Fenna’s forehead like she was a little child, she frowned as she looked down on Fenna: ‘But you’re sedated already, so this....’
‘She signed the waver.’ Matteo said.
‘Well okay.’ The lady said. ‘I could give her an injection, she will fall asleep and wake up with quite a bit of amnesia and hallucinations. If you leave her alone for about 24 hours, maybe even longer, she’ll won’t even know how she ended up here and you could start from scratch, do you think you could wait another 24 hours?’
‘Can I set up a camera and observe her from my office?’ He asked.
‘Sure as long as you don’t show your face or engage with her,’ the lady said.
Fenna looked back and forth from the Matteo to the Lady and back again. She was exited, she would take part in his masterpiece, she would be the subject of his masterpiece. Maybe she should be more afraid, the lady was talking about sedating her again, but yet she felt calm and maybe a bit of curiosity. The lady prepped a syringe and carefully put the needle into Fenna’s skin. Fenna looked at the shimmering needle.
‘See.’ The lady said. ‘She’s thoroughly sedated, she has no clue what is happening.’
‘I know what’s happening,’ Fenna said. ‘I’m going to be a model for Ma.... Ma...’
The lady pushed the contents of the syringe into Fenna’s arm. Her head was overflowed with fuzzy tingling, the ceiling seemed to be wavering, the bed or the boat was drifting up and don on the crashing waves, lulling waves, lulling her deeper and deeper and deeper. Two faces hanging over her, two curious faces, two worried faces, she tried to laugh to reassure them that everything would be alright. She was so tired though, so tired. She blinked her eyes, closed her eyes, just resting her eyes for a moment, a tiny tiny moment.