Heather at School (OWWH 5)
Copyright© 2025 by CW
Chapter 8
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Jess, Aaron, and Heather return as Heather goes off to college.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Lesbian BiSexual Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Public Sex
The rest of the day included an uneventful cafeteria lunch followed by chilling out in Heather’s dorm. The burning had subsided and I had to admit that, on reflection, it wasn’t that bad of an experience.Sure, the ruler smarted and the gel wasn’t exactly fun but it wasn’t the worst I’d been put through. And it wasn’t like my being naked around a bunch of pretty women was exactly torture either...
Eventually the evening rolled around and Heather said it was time to head to the Art Department building where the show was being held.
The Art Department’s gallery was an amalgam of styles - paintings, sculptures, photography, etc. The show hadn’t started yet but the area was busy with artists adjusting the lighting and positioning of their works. I took a deep breath.
Heather took us to the area allotted for her. There was a portable three-sided standing curtain next to an A-frame sign reading “VIOLATION AND FRUSTRATION IN THE 21ST CENTURY.” Next to it was another sign describing the “rules” of the exhibit. Heather led us behind the curtain.
The first item I saw was what looked like a weight bench, but it had been modified to add leather straps to the legs on the front and rear. There was a pillow on the far end - the end toward the room had a second pillow sitting on the floor in front of the bench.
Beside the bench was a modified kitchen chair. The chair was plain wood, unpadded, with a leather strap on each leg. The seat itself had been cut out in the middle, like a public bathroom toilet seat, leaving it only as a U shape to sit on.
On the side of each, there were small tables with an assortment of items that left little to the imagination.
Heather saw me running my hand along the kitchen seat. “I had the local high school shop class make the modifications for the exhibit,” she explained. “I didn’t give any details on what they were intended for but I’m sure the teacher and at least some of the students had a pretty good idea. They did amazing work, didn’t they?”
The wood on the seat that had been cut out was smooth as glass, beveled, and stained perfectly. “Yes, they really did,” I answered. And it was true. I could be objective about it and admire quality craftsmanship.
“Hmmm,” Heather said. “I really should have invited those kids to come check out the exhibit. I’ll bet they would have gotten quite the kick out of it! Oh well...”
Yeah, I’m sure they would have, I thought dryly.
Heather’s “exhibit” consisted of live models, - i.e., Jess and I. And the interactive part was that our naked bodies would be on display for the public to see and, well, violate while we remained bound to our respective furniture. I’m not really sure how that qualified as art but what do I know? Heather assured us that the faculty had signed off on the display.
“Alright, let’s get set up. Both of you strip,” Heather instructed, wagging a finger at our bodies.
So we did. I folded my clothes neatly and looked around, not sure what I was supposed to do with them. Heather helpfully took them from me and tossed them off to the side without even watching where they landed. Jess’ clothes followed suit shortly thereafter.
Even though no one could see us at the moment due to the curtain, standing there naked, listening to the voices and noise all around, made me nervous.
“Ok, Jess, let’s get you situated first. Lay down on the bench face first, head on the pillow, kneeling in front,” Heather instructed.
Jess did so, her large breasts pressing against the padded seat. Her bottom faced out toward the room.
Heather took one of Jess’ arms and secured it in the buckle on the front leg of the bench (front being the end away from the public.) Jess’ other arm and thighs both followed suit. She wiggled around, testing the tightness. Heather hadn’t really snugged them up enough that Jess couldn’t have escaped if she really wanted to - I think the straps were more for show than anything else.
That left her there, kneeling in front of the bench, chest pressed against it with her legs spread far enough apart that her ass cheeks parted and anyone in the room would easily see her pussy lips.
“Comfortable?” Heather asked. The question sounded genuine
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