“Hey hottie, how you doin’?”
“Good, until I saw you.”
Yussuf went behind me and leaned down, looking right at my ass.
“Daaamn girl! Never saw you wear yoga pants THIS tight! Can I slap your ass?”
I turned around with my hand ready to launch off.
“Yeah, but then I’ll give YOU a slap bigger than the one Isac got.”
“Yo, he’s still crazy mad at you for that.”
“If only I gave an atom of a shit.”
“Well you should, bitch. That and learn your fucking place.”
“Excuse me?”
“That’s right. When a man talks to you, you answer back with respect, and when you owe him a nude, you send him one.”
“Is that how you guys perceive women?”
“Yeah” Abdel answered proudly.
I shook my head, knowing I was sparring with idiots. I could’ve understood why the twins would hold such views on gender given their mother culture, but Isac and the rest of his court, infamous for holding incredibly sexist views, puzzled me. What frustrated me most though, was trying to understand why so many of this bunch of assholes were so attractive? Everyone knew that girls, for the most part, like macho boys. In my case, that guilty weakness seemed to be even stronger.
No, I told myself sternly. I could not be attracted to the likes of Abdel and Yussuf. To do so would be to relinquish my self respect as a woman.
“I’ll make this clear guys, tell Isac to go fuck himself. I’m not the sort of girl that…that sends nudes…”
More than quickly, I escaped their presence and went back to the Quarters, sitting down next to Alex again. He turned to me with an amused look.
“What?” I asked, knowing full well why he was giving me said look.
“Your eyes look beautiful in this pic.”
I laughed.
“Stop it, idiot. I didn’t send it to show you my eyes.”
“Whatever the reason, you should send me one every night.”
I punched his arm.
“Fuck you, I’m not an object.” I answered, still playful, though perhaps trying to compensate for the feelings which had stirred in me when speaking to Abdel and Yussuf.
“What are you talking about?” Issa asked. I showed him the photos on my phone. “Oh…” he said, definitely not expecting that. “Well, uhm…nice I guess…”
The boys being confused when confronted with my nudity still made me chuckle because of how adorable it was.
“You’re so cute” I said.
“So are you” he replied. “Especially when naked.”
I punched him too before discussing the shape of my boobs with him. We were zooming in close in the picture, inspecting and commenting on every small detail together, when Sarah approached me.
“About our discussion earlier Jade, I might have an exercise for you.”
“What is it?”
“It requires you to get naked.”
I smiled and looked at the boys, sending them all a flirtatious air.
“Then I’m up for it.”
“I warn you, you might be a little uncomfortable, but doing the exercise will help you discover a lot about your approach for the play.”
Though slightly wary, I still trusted Sarah.
“Ok.”
She called for the class’s attention and asked everyone to sit in front of the stage, everyone except for Alex and I who had to go on it.
“So what are we supposed to do?” I asked, lost.
“For this exercise to work, I’ll need you to follow Alex. You can’t know what must happen, you have to give control over to him and do as he says. Are you comfortable with that?”
I nodded. I would’ve trusted the whole gang with that, so trusting Alex was not even a question worth asking,
“I am.”
“Good girl.”
She whispered a few instructions into Alex’s ears before going down the stage to sit with the rest of the class. I just noticed that, during my conversation with her, Alex had brought a few props from the prop room, the most important of all being the “stake”, a simple, vertical wooden post which we had used to burn a witch played by Isabel. Alex turned to me. I still waited, anxious, even slightly scared of what was to come. That’s when my heart stopped, for I just noticed that, next to the post, there was also some rope.
“Raise your arms” he said.
I did, not uttering a single question even though my head was bursting with them. He took my shirt and raised it over me, removing it through my arms which he then lowered again. He knelt and took off my shoes before unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping them and pulling them down. I was feeling the awkwardness of thirty people converge towards me. I had gotten naked before and even then, the silence and discomfort had been unbearable. But now? Now I was BEING stripped naked by a man! He reached for my socks.
“Not them” I whispered. “It’s cold.”
“Sarah wants you totally nude.”
“But the floor’s cold…”
He gave me a hard look, one of those he used on me when I acted up too much. As always when he did, I went silent, and let him take off my socks. He removed my bra, letting my boobs fall out, free and exposed, and knelt one last time to slowly pull down my panties. I removed one foot at a time from the underwear, caressing his face with my bare foot as I did so, then stood for him with nothing to protect my modesty. He had me raise my arms above my head again and grabbed my wrists together with one hand, placing my back and ass against the post. After telling me to stand on the tip of my toes so that the soles of my feet would touch the post, he took the rope, tied my wrists together and tied that same know to the post, repeating the same process with my ankles. Oh god, I thought, oh god…this was crazy…
Just as I thought that this public humiliation, this transforming me into some sort of Roman era slave was over, I noticed a final prop which Alex had brought from the prop room. It was a cloth. He tied it around my neck and shoved it in my mouth, using it as a gag. As a finishing touch, he removed my hair tie and let my black locks fall all over my exposed torso. I could neither speak nor feel a shred of modesty. Sarah began to speak as Alex left me on the stage, alone.
“I want you all to look at her body in silence. Not only must she get used to the discomfort of a situation like that, but I also need everyone to be comfortable looking at her so there’s a team synergy. So from now on, silence.”
And silence there was. My face was red, and I could feel it in the merciless warmth that had converged there. I was suffocating from shame. What had I done to deserve being humiliated so? I was being treated exactly as an ancient prisoner would have been. There was no acting, it was all being done for real. I was ACTUALLY naked, ACTUALLY restrained, ACTUALLY gagged, ACTUALLY humiliated beyond mercy. It would have been no different had I been an actual Athenian slave punished for misbehaviour, everything would have been the same. I could feel the stares, I felt them like thirty pairs of hands groping my body with so much attention that I felt the shame drown me.
These were my classmates, they had known me for two years, some for even longer, and now I was being brought down to the most humiliating and lowliest of statuses before them. I moved my hands and feet but could only do so until the ropes strained with a relaxing, wooden like sound, holding me in place. The pole was against my ass and back, but the front of me was exposed to the whole rest of the Quarters. And all my classmates looked at me, clad and clothed and comfortable while I was naked, uncomfortable, tied and humiliated and gagged. It was so unfair, so unfair, and so good…
God did I feel horny. The useless pushing of my toes against the ground and of my hands trying to liberate themselves made the ropes strain and creak, and that creaking sounded almost like a raspy moan I would’ve moaned had there not been a gag in my mouth.
Because of how I was tied against the pole, my breasts were brought outwards even more, and their volume was even greater because of that, and everyone saw them move up and down with my breathing. I looked down, and met Isabel’s gaze. She with whom I spoke so often about the mistreatment of women, now she looked at me in this state, totally naked, held by ropes like an animal. I looked at the boys. It felt so sexy to be like that for them… I was so aroused…
Sarah declared the exercise done and had us take a ten minute break. The class emptied, including Sarah, and only Alex remained there, as he went up the stage.
“Mmmmhhhh…” the gag made me say as I pleaded for him to untie me. He crossed his arms, smiling.
“Why should I? I like you this way.”
“Mmmmmhhhhh…”
“Alright, I’m only taking the gag off.”
“Asshole” I spat once he removed the cloth. “Untie me and give me my clothes.”
He still did not budge, instead preferring to lust over my body with his eyes.
“Nah, I don’t think I will. You look way too hot like this.”
He moved even closer to me, putting his eyes at only a few inches of my moving breasts.
“Alex…” I pleaded. “Pleaaaase, this isn’t funny…”
“You’re right. I’d rather qualify this as incredibly sexy.”
The comment made me pause for a bit, and I started savouring the moment.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you pervert?”
“I am.” He raised his gaze and looked me straight in the eyes. “And so are you.”
“No I’m not.”
“I know it when you lie Jade…”
I tried holding a stern face, but it fast crumbled with a laugh that shook my breasts.
Smiling naughtily, I bit my lip, made hungry by his undefeatability in the game of flirt.
“Alright, you win. It’s kind of fun. Especially with you right here. When everyone was watching though, it was so humiliating…”
Immediately, his demeanour shifted and he turned into that protective figure of mine, caressing my hair to comfort me.
“Are you feeling uncomfortable baby? I’ll untie you right now if you want.”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. Untie me when the break’s over. Right now, I’m very comfortable…”
Even with my assurances that all was fine, his protective instincts remained. We savoured the moment in silence. He enjoyed the sight of my nude, tied body, and I enjoyed his delicate, loving caress on my hair. I felt like on a cloud. So vulnerable, with no clothing to protect me and with ropes to stop me from moving. And yet, I felt more safe in that moment than I ever had before. This feeling of drunkenness obliterated my conscious mind. I wasn’t thinking anymore. The arousal carried me on it’s wings.
“Touch me.”
I didn’t even know where the words came from. They just left my lips. Alex became immobile for a few seconds, then his gaze went back to my eyes. As rare as it was, one could sometimes see doubt in that confident young man’s face. I had just managed to cause one of those rare moments. He looked at me, dubious and unsure. Perhaps even uneasy. I wasn’t. Struggling against the ropes, I brought myself forward as much as I could, inviting him with gaze and body. Timidly and slowly, he placed an unsure hand over my stomach. The sudden cold from feeling another body made me shiver. With my look, I asked him to go on. His palm and fingers travelled upwards for a few instants…then went back down, and took hold of my waist. There, he stroked my naked skin, running his harsh, rugged palm down to my legs, then up all the way to where my breasts started, and back and forth in this manner. In itself, the gesture was barely erotic, being the sort of decent show of love couples indulged in when in public. What made both Alex and I sweat and breathe harder than after a marathon, what made our heads spin in a drunken stupor of arousal, was how sexualized I was.
It was a good thing that I was tied up. Not only because of the arousal it gave me, but because, had there been no ropes, I would have jumped on Alex to kiss him on the lips.
The title is bad. Replace the word slut with exhibitionist. – Skyler B.
Don’t usually read smut but this story is actually really enjoyable