artistic displays
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goodmannersBianca, initially, spends a little time exploring the gallery, her bare feet quiet on smooth floor, her skin tingling against the coolness of the air. She admires paintings and sculptures almost as much as she enjoys watching people, their gazes passing right through her as she slinks by them. She is also, more than either of these observations, looking for the perfect spot.
To anyone who is able to see her, she is a young woman of medium height, moderate curves, pale skin with freckles that dot her arms and shoulders, the tops of her breasts. Copper-brown hair has been neatly bound up behind her head, and in her hand is a set of handcuffs, small enough for her to impose her will and mask in invisibility. There's a limit to what she can bring with her, out of sight, contained to small things -- like other people's wallets, watches, and jewelry.
She isn't interested in thieving today. Today is for playing.
It doesn't take too long. The display room is sprawling, with modern sculptures of various sizes, including a framework of piping. If she stands beneath it, she is just out of the way of foot traffic, but close enough for that element of risk that she can't help but pursue.
Taking in a shaky breath, Bianca closes a cuff around one wrist, metal and padded leather that fits snugly. She reaches up and hooks the joining chain over an iron pipe, and secures her other wrist. A small LED display reads '29:59', and begins counting down. She feels that familiar thrill, like a pulse of warmth from her pussy up through her torso, as she feels the locks clamp closed.
Helplessly stretched on display to no one who can see her, she bites her bottom lip and squeezes her thighs together. The desire to touch herself is immediate, and the inability to do so is just as arousing. Maybe, once the timer is done, she can find a private place nearby to reward herself. But for now, she stands in place, shivering when anyone looks her way.
To anyone who is able to see her, she is a young woman of medium height, moderate curves, pale skin with freckles that dot her arms and shoulders, the tops of her breasts. Copper-brown hair has been neatly bound up behind her head, and in her hand is a set of handcuffs, small enough for her to impose her will and mask in invisibility. There's a limit to what she can bring with her, out of sight, contained to small things -- like other people's wallets, watches, and jewelry.
She isn't interested in thieving today. Today is for playing.
It doesn't take too long. The display room is sprawling, with modern sculptures of various sizes, including a framework of piping. If she stands beneath it, she is just out of the way of foot traffic, but close enough for that element of risk that she can't help but pursue.
Taking in a shaky breath, Bianca closes a cuff around one wrist, metal and padded leather that fits snugly. She reaches up and hooks the joining chain over an iron pipe, and secures her other wrist. A small LED display reads '29:59', and begins counting down. She feels that familiar thrill, like a pulse of warmth from her pussy up through her torso, as she feels the locks clamp closed.
Helplessly stretched on display to no one who can see her, she bites her bottom lip and squeezes her thighs together. The desire to touch herself is immediate, and the inability to do so is just as arousing. Maybe, once the timer is done, she can find a private place nearby to reward herself. But for now, she stands in place, shivering when anyone looks her way.
