{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"adc65970-49d3-4ba7-bc04-9553b1a0eece","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-05-22T11:55:36.704Z","title":"The Art Gallery","slug":"the-art-gallery","shortId":"Xzrf6eZo","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"A dominant woman shows a young man her personal BDSM art gallery, and then dominate him.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"40783674-6184-4a3b-a56f-ad2383b58b54","title":null,"summary":"\nThe Art Gallery\n\n\nThis happened when I was\naround nineteen years old, a young man around London and","wordCount":2421,"readTime":12,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

\nThe Art Gallery

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\nThis happened when I was\naround nineteen years old, a young man around London and, I had to\nadmit, a total layabout who had failed to get into university to do\nart. I had a council flat but no job, and very little money. \n

\n\tOne night, when there was\nnothing on the telly, I went out to this art gallery which a friend\nhad told me about. The place had not been advertised, and I had heard\nnothing in the press. Maybe that was because they were exhibiting\nerotica. It was actually the reason I went. I was an artist (sort of)\nand I had a big interest in sexual things, being a horny young male\nwith a ten inch cock and a bigger ego. I had to pay a fiver to get\nin, which seemed a lot at the time, so I hoped that it would be worth\nit. \n

\n\tThere were artworks from a\nlot of leading erotic artists, including Olivia de Berardinis,\nChristos Achilleos, Sadao Sato, Boris Vallejo, Robert Blue, Brian\nZick and others. \n

\n\tThere weren’t a lot of\npeople in the place, so I could wander around, staring at whatever\nturned me on. I had worn a long leather coat over my jeans, to hide\nany erection which I might get. I was nineteen, and got an erection\nlooking at naked tits on page three of the Sun.

\n\tI stopped before a painting\nby Olivia de Berardinis. It showed half a dozen people in a park, and\nlooked like it was set in Victorian times. There was a pair of women\nin long, yellowish dresses talking to each other, a bearded man in a\nsuit talking to a woman in a striped dress, and a woman having a\npicnic, with a bottle of wine, cheese and fruit visible. The woman\nhad a fan in one hand. The other was pulling up her voluminous skirt,\nto reveal that she wore frilly whit bloomers, split down the middle.\nShe was sitting on a man’s face, his tongue had to be buried in her\nhairy cunt, the rest of his body hidden by the woman’s dress. It\nwas one of the most erotic paintings I had ever seen. I stood there,\nmy coat closed, hiding my raging erection.

\n\t“Do you have a large cock?”\nsomebody said. With a start I realised that a woman was standing next\nto me. She was dressed all in black, from her patent leather shoes,\nto her knee length skirt, to her bolero jacket over a black blouse.\nShe had a small black hat which had a veil coming down to cover the\ntop half of her face. She exuded both sexuality and authority,\ndespite the fact that she was at least twenty years older than me. \n

\n\tI opened my jacket to reveal\nthe considerable bulge at the front of my jeans. She seemed to take\nit as an invitation to investigate, as she pulled down my zipper and\ntook my cock out. \n

\n\t“Sizeable enough.” she\nsaid. “But you should get circumcised.”

\n\t“Shit!” I said, fearing\nthat I might get arrested for exposing myself. But we were alone in\nthat part of the art gallery. I put my cock away, as best as I could,\nand zipped my jeans back up, being very careful not to catch any skin\nin the zip. \n

\n\t“I have my own gallery,\nwith paintings much more interesting than these. Come with me and\nlook at them and it will be a night which you never forget.” she\nsaid. Well, I was nineteen, and horny, and this woman had just\nhandled my cock. Of course I went with her. How could I resist?

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\nWe went out of the gallery.\nShe led me to a black Porsche.

\n\t“Lady…” I began to say.

\n\t“Don’t speak.” she\nsaid. “You may speak when I ask you a direct question. Obey me, and\nyou will not regret it.”

\n\tI shut up and got in the car.\nI was being led by my cock, of course. It was doing all of my\nthinking for me. She drove out of London, exceeding the speed limit.\nBut I never felt as though I was in danger – probably because I was\ndreaming about impaling her hot cunt with my large cock. \n

\n\t“Get undressed.” she\nsaid, once we got out of London. “I want to see your body. Throw\nall your clothes in the back. You can have them back when you leave.\nI like to look at pretty things. DO IT!”

\n\tHer tone brooked no\ndisobedience. It’s a little hard to get too get undressed while\nwearing a seat belt, but somehow I managed it. My clothes were soon\nin the back of the Porsche. I sat there, feeling more than a little\nself-conscious, with my erect, ten inch cock on display. My foreskin\nhad pulled back a little, revealing the first part of my glans. \n

\n\t“Pull your foreskin back\nall the way.” she said. “I want to see all of your cock.”

\n\tMy foreskin was a little\ntight, so that, when I pulled it back, and got it behind the head, it\nwould not slide back over the glans. It wasn’t dangerously tight,\nor anything. But I would either have to wait for my cock to go down,\nor to pinch the foreskin and drag it back over my cockhead. \n

\n\t“Don’t touch your cock.”\nthe woman said. “If you cum in my car I will castrate you.”

\n\tI guessed that she was\njoking. But my cock didn’t care. It stayed hard all of the way\nthrough the drive, to some big estate out in the Home Counties. The\nhouse was more a stately home than anything else.

\n\t“Don’t worry, I don’t\nhave any servants. Get out of the car.”

\n\tI could see that she had a\ngravel drive. \n

\n\t“But the gravel…”

\n\tShe got out of the car, ran\naround to my side, and grabbed my balls, yanking me out of the car. I\nhad to follow or end up singing castrato. I stood on the gravel.

\n\t“Never disobey me again.”\nshe snapped, and slapped me across the face. “Don’t be a wimp. I\ndon’t like wimps.”

\n\tMy cheek flushed from where\nher hand had made impact with the flesh. But, on some level, I liked\nbeing dominated by this older woman. I followed her up the drive to\nher house, trying to ignore the pain of the sharp gravel on the\nunderside of my feet. \n

\n\tShe led me into the house. I\nbrushed of the bits of gravel sticking to the soles of my feet at the\nentrance, and was led along several corridors, to her own private art\ngallery.

\n\t“I am going to get\nchanged.” she said. “Admire the painting. But don’t leave the\nart gallery.”

\n\tAs she left me to look at the\npictures I realised that they were all what is now called BDSM. The\nfirst picture I looked at, painted in lurid colour (and done very\nwell) showed a naked man being crucified atop some hill. But it was\nnot a normal crucifixion. The mans feet had been brought up to be\nnailed to the same crossbar as his hands, spreading his legs so that\nhis oversized cock and balls were on display. A dildo of sorts jutted\nout from the wood of the cross, going into his anus, spreading his\nanus very wide. Meanwhile, a naked woman, armed with a bullwhip was\nwhipping his large balls and erect cock. Hi could see red lines on\nthe testicles and the shaft of the cock had made impact. Looking\ncloser, I could see that the crucified male was in the act of orgasm,\nspurting white spunk out of the end of his well-whipped cock. \n

\n\tI stared at the painting.\nMaybe I should have run a mile. But I found it erotic instead, in a\nsick way I didn’t yet understand.

\n\tI moved on to look at the\nnext painting – and there were a lot of paintings in this hall.\nThis was set in some dark dungeon. A naked, erect man was\nspread-eagled between two stone pillars, stretched very tightly. The\nmetal bonds around his wrists were digging into his skin, and I could\nsee blood flowing down his arms. A laughing dominatrix was holding a\nglowing branding iron, about to touch the orange end to the man’s\npurple glans.

\n\tThe third painting showed a\nnaked man tied down. You couldn’t see the guy’s face, because a\nnaked woman, painted in the throes of orgasm, was sitting on his\nface. The guy’s legs were spread, and his balls were in a vice. I\ncould see another, laughing naked woman turning the handle of the\nvice, squashing his balls even more.

\n\tI moved on to another\npicture. I had lost all track of time by now, absorbed in these\nimages of torture. This one showed another erect man being tortured.\nThe painting just showed his lower torso, groin, and the top of his\nthighs It appeared that he was sitting on some sort of stone dildo,\nperhaps of a statue, his anus opened wide. There were the heads and\narms of two beautiful women in the picture. They were both holding\nglowing needles. One was inserting the needle into his left testicle,\nthe other had put her needle all of the wat through his right\ntesticle, the glowing end sticking out of the scrotum. Both women\nwere laughing. But the guy remained erect. It looked like he was just\nabout to cum.

\n\tI walked over to another\npainting. This showed a naked guy spread-eagled, face down, over four\nwooden posts, his hands and feet chained to the top of the posts.\nThere were two women in the picture. They were naked apart from\nmassive strap-ons around their waists. One was fucking his arsehole,\nwhile the other had her strap-on buried down his throat, gagging him.\nThe head of the guy’s cock had been pierced by a large ring. A\nshort chain, of just a few links, had been attached, going down to a\nlarge metal weight, pulling his cock down. Somebody had moved a\nbrazier of glowing coals under the guy, resting the weight on the\ncoals. The weight was glowing red, as were some of the links of the\nchain. No doubt heat was penetrating his cock, slowly cooking it.

\n\t“I’m glad to see that you\nare enjoying the paintings.” the woman said. “This will make this\na lot easier.”

\n\tI turned to see the woman who\nhad brought me to this place. But she had changed. Gone were her\nblack clothes. Now she wore thigh-high black leather boots, with\nwicked stiletto heels. She had a very tight whalebone corset around\nher waist. Black leather gloves covered her arms, to halfway up her\nupper arms. She had a black leather choker around her throat. She was\notherwise naked. I could see that her cunt was completely hairless.\nThis was years ago, and none of my former girlfriends had shaved\ntheir pussies. On her pussy mound there was a tattoo of crossed\nwhips. She also had metal rings piercing her labia and large nipples.\nIn one hand she carried a large strap-on (which I hoped she didn’t\nintend to use on me. in the other hand she had a leather riding crop.

\n\tI opened my mouth to say\nsomething, the remembered that she had told me not to speak. I\nsuddenly felt very vulnerable, looking at that riding crop.

\n\t“Kneel before me.” she\nsaid. I knelt on the tiled floor of the gallery. “Masturbate. I\nlike to see men cum.”

\n\tI did that, jerking my cock.\nI was very aroused, and it did not take long to send stream after\nstream of white cum arcing into the air, to platter on the tiled\nfloor. I sighed with pleasure.

\n\t“Now lick it up.” she\nsaid.

\n\tThe idea repulsed me. “No,\nI don’t…”

\n\t“YOU DO NOT SAY NO TO ME!”\nshe shouted, as she slashed me across the face with her riding crop.\n“LICK UP EVEY BIT OF CUM OR I WILL CUT OFF YOUR COCK AND BALLS!”

\n\tI believed her. Crouching\ndown, I licked up every single bit of cum, as she moved behind me. As\nI finished licking up my cum I felt her wight on me, as the massive\nstrap-on was forced into my virgin anus. It was very painful, as she\nfucked me up the ass. And a strap-on did not go soft. It did not cum.\nIt just carried on fucking me.

\n\tBut a strange thing happened,\nas she was holding me down, my cock pressed into the cold tiles of\nthe floor. My cock began to get hard again. I entered what I now know\nto be subspace. When she finally pulled out of my anus my cock was\nhard again, pointing upwards, as I knelt there, bowing my head. \n

\n\tShe moved around the front,\nto stand with legs spread. \n

\n\t“Clean my strap-on.” she\nsaid. Feeling utterly humiliated I licked the trap-on clean, licking\noff my own shit and blood. When she finally judged her toy to be\nclean enough she unstrapped it, and cast it aside. I was facing her\nnaked cunt. I could smell her arousal.

\n\t“Make me cum, slave.” she\nordered. And I was happy to obey. I buried my head in her crotch, as\nshe held the back of my head, forcing me into her wet cunt.\nDominating me like that, towering over me in her high heels, was very\nsexy, and I was almost disappointed when she came noisily and moved\naway.

\n\t“Well, I see that you are\naroused again.” she said. “I can’t send you home with a hard\ncock. I am going to whip you to orgasm. Stand up, and arch so that\nyour cock is forward.”

\n\tI was scared by the pain to\ncome, but I obeyed her. I stood, and thrust out my erect cock. She\nbegan a slow cropping of my cock, up and down my shaft. But she did\nnot use her whole strength. The impacts were erotic rather than\npainful. The end of the crop caressed all along the shaft, and even\nmy sperm-filled balls. \n

\n\t“Now I am going to use my\nfull-strength.” she warned me. “Ten strokes. You will count them\nout. And you will cum on the tenth.”

\n\tShe lashed the base of the\nshaft of my cock, hitting where it joined my groin. She did hit with\na lot of strength, leaving a red mark which would soon turned purple.

\n\t“One!” I screamed.

\n\tThe next strike was a little\nfurther up, striping the next section of my cock. \n

\n\t“Two!” I screamed. And\nshe carried on working her way up the shaft, turning it purple, until\nby the time I screamed Nine! the whip slashed down just behind the\nridge of the glans. \n

\n\tShe had been standing to the\nside, to whip my shaft. But for the final stroke she moved to face\nme. She brought the end of the crop down with all her considerable\nstrength down on the slit in my glans.

\n\t“Ten!” I screamed, as I\nspurted a couple more strands of cum out of my tortured cock onto the\ngallery floor. I feel down to my knees, and licked up the cum which I\nhad just spilled.

\n\t“Good boy.” she said. And\nI felt a warm glow at those words of praise.

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\nShe led me out of her manse,\nand into her car. She asked me where I lived. She drove to a couple\nof roads away. \n

\n\t“Get out.” she said. \n

\n\tI got out of the car. Then\nshe drove off, taking my clothes – and flat key – with her. I had\nto run back home naked, and break into my own flat.

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\nI never saw her again. For a\nlong time I hoped to encounter her somewhere. But, considering the\npictures in her private gallery, it was probably best for my health\nthat I did not.

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\nThe End. \n

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