Excerpt from: The Slave Gallery - 2023 Edition

 

Sandra Hall moved slowly round the Perridor Gallery, examining the works on display. It was quiet in the early afternoon and a good time to browse. She was looking for something for her office which would brighten the place up and yet also fit in with their business image. That picture of runners in the rain, perhaps, or those studies of gymnasts?

And then she saw the screen on the pillar facing the corner of the room flickering with landscape and nature photographs. They didn't seem that interesting and she was about to turn away when...

Later she could not quite recall what it was that fixed her attention. Nor did she notice the young male gallery assistant in the cream suit appearing beside her. Suddenly it seemed that he was just there. He was probably half her age, but he was unexpectedly friendly and very easy to talk to. He said his name was Danny and soon they were chatting away as if they'd been friends for years...

'... and now I'm managing the Pro Activate Health club, over in Camberley Business Park, you know...' Sandra told him. 'We have a full range of facilities: spar, pool, sauna and all the usual exercise machines...'

'Well, you certainly look as though you use them yourself,' Danny said, looking her trim figure up and down appreciatively and then smiling into her smooth complexioned face. 'I've got to say you look very fit. How old are you?

'I'm 38,' Sandra admitted.

'I wouldn't have believed you were more than 30,' he said.

This compliment pleased Sandra tremendously. 'Well, you know in my position I have to keep fit. I mean I couldn't run a health club if I was 10 kilos overweight, could I?'

'Of course not,' Danny agreed. 'So, you work out hard, do you?'

'Oh, yes, every day.'

'Do you do it until it hurts?'

'Sometimes.'

'But it's good to hurt, isn't it?'

She had not thought of it like that, realised he was right. 'Yes, it is.'

'Sweat a lot, do you?'

The intimacy of the question did not stop her answering, 'Yes, buckets.'

'It would be easier if you exercised naked, wouldn't it?'

That made perfect sense. 'Much easier,' she agreed.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, and then he asked totally unexpectedly, 'Do you like chains?'

Before she could respond to this strange question, the screen in front of her filled with images of heavy chains hanging straight down in clusters or else looped in graceful curves. And as Sandra stared at it, for the first time in her life she realized how fascinating chains were. Their strength and the gleam they had and their hardness and unyielding nature and yet the way they could be arranged in graceful, sinuous, almost sensuous shapes. They were like snakes, they could coil about her and bind her and slither through every fold and furrow...

Suddenly she hunched over and clenched her thighs together, realizing in a sudden flush of embarrassment that she could feel her nipples standing up in painful cones while her panties were getting wet.

'I think chains really turn you on,' Danny suggested. 'But that's all right; it's nothing to be ashamed of.'

It was such a relief to know he understood her reaction. And, of course, he was right; it was nothing to be ashamed of. It was perfectly natural to love chains. 'Oh, they do so much,' Sandra agreed, her eyes still filled by the wonderful picture. If only she could touch them for real...

'Is your pussy getting hot and wet?'

'Oh God, yes, it is.'

'Then you must come upstairs with me,' Danny said. 'There's something I think you'll really enjoy seeing...'

And eagerly she followed him.

On the top floor of the gallery was a studio with white brick walls and a sloping ceiling with skylights set in it. The room still smelled slightly of fresh paint and there were large but unidentifiable objects stacked under dust sheets in one corner. To one side were some chairs, a couple of studio lights on stands and a camera tripod. A large square of rubber matting occupied the centre of the room. Set out on it were two sturdy square section wooden posts resting on plywood base pads and with their tops clamped to one of the roof beams, so they were separated by a couple of metres. A number of heavy metal hooks had been screwed into the posts and from them hung dozens of lengths of shiny chain. Some were fine and some were heavy, but all glittered with hard, uncompromising promise.

'Oh... they're beautiful,' Sandra said, feeling her pussy getting even slicker and her nipples burning.

'You can touch them if you want,' Danny said, taking his jacket off and hanging it over the back of one of the chairs, 'but only if you do it properly.'

'What do you mean?'

'Naked,' he said, rolling up his sleeves. 'That's the only way to work out with chains. So that you can feel them all over you.'

He was so right, she realized. That was the proper way to do it. 'May I?'

'Of course. You can put your clothes on the chair over there,' he said.

Eagerly Sandra undressed, stripping off her jeans and light blouse until she was totally naked. There was a full-length mirror on the wall by the chairs and she caught sight of herself.

She had pale skin and pixie cut curling brunette hair with a thin fringe, a firm strong aquiline nose, full red lips and large dark brown eyes. She was of slender build with strong shoulders, neat breasts, a tight waist and bottom, close trimmed pubes and lean legs. She really did not look her age. Yes, it paid to keep in shape.

'You look lovely,' Danny told her, 'the chains will contrast perfectly with your complexion. But there's one more thing you need so they slide over your skin properly...' He held up a bottle of baby oil.

What a good idea that was! He was so thoughtful...

Sandra stood still with her arms and legs outspread while Danny rubbed the oil all over her until her skin glistened. As he worked on her breasts and pubes as she felt them swelling and growing hotter and tingling delightfully at his touch. She was getting so excited...

When she was completely covered and the light shone off her body in dancing highlights, she almost ran to the chain hung posts and stroked and caressed the dangling links of metal. She pulled them around herself and wrapped them across her body, luxuriating in the way the hard links slid over her oiled skin. She rubbed them over her breasts so that her nipples were pressed down and then popped up. She drew a length through her slippery crotch and felt her swelling clit throbbing against the links. That was amazing...

'Stand straight and put your arms up over your head,' Danny said, and she obeyed him without question. He knew what he was doing and what she truly wanted...

Danny began to wrap the chains about her, criss-crossing her body and hooking the ends back against the post until she was bound firmly to it with her legs spread slightly and pressed to the sides of the post. Her wrists were crossed above her head and her breasts were thrust out between her tightly bound waist and neck. Taking up a thinner chain he bound it about her breasts in a figure-of-eight until they bulged outwards. It hurt but it was a nice kind of pain, the kind that came at the end of a hard work out...

When Sandra was bound from head to foot and totally helpless, Danny stood back and looked at her approvingly. 'You look perfect like that. Now I'm going to take pictures of you for my special collection. So that everybody can see how much you love chains.'

'Will they really see me like this?' she asked, with a sudden thrill of delight.

'Yes, at my special gallery show in a few months' time,' Danny said. 'But until then it's a secret. You don't tell anybody, you understand?'

'Of course, I won't tell anybody...'

'Let's make sure of that...' He pulled a chain round from the back of the post and forced it between her jaws so that her lips were stretched painfully wide and drawn back, her tongue was pressed down, and her teeth were bared, making it seem as if she was trying to bite the chain. She could taste metal in her mouth. That was so exciting...

Danny set up the camera pointing at her. 'Now to make it perfect I've got to have feeling and emotion in a picture. It's got to look as though it matters to you. So, I want you to strain against the chains like you do with weights in the gym. Fight to try to get free...'

Obediently she began to strain against the chains that bound her. She could not possibly break them, of course, but she felt the thrill of their unyielding links cutting into the skin. Danny began to snap away, recording her struggles.

'You can do better than that,' Danny said. A flexible rod with a flat rubber paddle blade on its end had been resting unnoticed against the camera tripod. Now he picked it up and swiped it across her bulging breasts with a crisp crack. They flattened for a moment and then sprang back up, tingling and burning. He swung it across her taut stomach which clenched under the stinging impact. Then he smacked it across the outsides of her bound thighs. Finally, he smacked it up between her legs into the pouting dribbling cleft of her vulva, delivering an exquisite sharp stabbing smack of hot wet pain.

Sandra yelped about the gag chains in her mouth and struggled harder. Yes, it hurt but at the same time it felt so exciting. She felt more intensely alive than she could ever remember...

And so she struggled as Danny took his pictures, moving round her to catch her heaving, chain-bound body from all sides, and then moving in for close-ups of her contorted features and sore, simmering breasts and dribbling pussy mouth. And every intimate image taken thrilled her even more. Why had she never done anything like this before?

At last, Danny stepped back and said, 'Now for another pose with a bit more action...'

He freed Sandra from the post and she felt a pang of loss is the chains fell away from her, leaving only their indentations behind in her oiled flesh to remember them by. But quickly he twisted her arms up behind her back and rebound them with many loops chain that went about her body, over her shoulders, around her neck and crisscrossed her chest until her torso was swathed in them and she could not move her arms an inch and the weight of them began to bow her down. He also rebound the gag chain through her mouth so that she was properly secured and muted. So much wonderful hard metal pressing so tightly against her... She felt dizzy and weak at the knees.

As she watched in helpless fascination, Danny drew out a long chain from hooks set just below waist height and strung it between the two posts so that she stood straddling it. Its shiny links cut hard up into the slippery cleft of her hot dribbling sex mouth. She shuddered and rolled her eyes in ecstasy.

'Now you're going to ride this chain until you cum for me,' he told her.

She could hardly believe her ears. She was going to come all over a wonderful hard shiny chain. Just from moment the obscenity of that struck her, but then it became instead a thrilling challenge. She had never done such a thing before, but she realized she had always secretly wanted to.

Sandra took up position at one end of the chain and then walked quickly along it in a clumsy bow-legged shuffle. The chain links grated and ground and shuddered through her sex lips, cruelly tormenting her throbbing, swollen clitoris. At the end she briefly rubbed her bound breasts up against the chain-wrapped post, tormenting her India-rubber nipples with their hard links, and then she shuffled backwards rapidly, dragging the chain through her groin once again.

'Faster!' Danny commanded as he snapped away at her.

Sandra obeyed. Dripping with perspiration, staggering under the weight of chains that were bound about her upper body and with her legs lathered with her flowing juices, she stumbled back and forth. Saliva dribbled out of the corners of her chain-stretched mouth and dripped onto her bulging breasts, while beneath her feet a line of dark splashes was forming on the rubber matting. Her pussy mouth was bruised by now from the endless links grinding through it but that did not matter. Pain was good when it was like this. Pain and sex. There was no better combination. She should have done this years ago...

And then something seemed to explode in her loins, and she stood hunched over the long chain, shuddering and jerking her hips frantically as her orgasmic juices sprayed out of her in wild abandon. And Danny, kneeling down low, recorded every drop that she expelled.

When she was empty Sandra slumped forward, resting her chain-bound torso limply on the big riding chain, which now smelt of her impregnated juices. Her hot breasts hung down on either side of it as she luxuriated in the reassuring pressure of its links as they cut into her sopping cleft and imprisoned her throbbing clitoris. This was perfection. She did not want to move again...

Swish smack! The spanking paddle was swiped across her sweaty buttocks, and she was jerked out of her reverie.

'Now you're going to pay my studio fee,' Danny told her.

Of course, that was only fair after everything he had done for her.

Danny dragged her off the chain and pushed her onto her back on the rubber matting. The chains bound about her arms dug painfully and delightfully into her back. He stood over her unbuttoning his flies. Automatically she spread her legs. He mounted her and rammed his cock up into her throbbing, weeping, chain-trained and now totally obedient sex mouth.