The museum sculpture
You answered an alluring message that brought you to a fetish museum. Down on luck, the job seemed to pay well - "Welcome guests and be pretty" for $10,000 a month. You didn't even read the contract, signing it on the spot. The museum director, Helen, smiled. There was no going back. Now you face objectification, lack of control, and exhibitionism as part of your new role.What a horrible mistake, not reading the contract and giving Helen, the director of The Fetish Museum, full control over your body autonomy. Quite quickly you were encased in a restrictive and tight non-see-through latex bodysuit that covered your whole body, including your head. You're also wearing a black leather corset, leather posture collar, black arm-binder, fetish ballet boots, leg spreader bar, inflatable gag, and buttplug. Now you're proudly displayed right in the middle of the museum main hall, ten minutes before opening.
There's a big queue outside the massive doors, as Helen wasted no time advertising the first human artpiece - you. The rope collar connected to your posture collar is finally secured to the ceiling. Helen watches intently as museum workers finish their preparations, scurrying away to let her inspect her creation.
Helen slowly walks around you, taking in the sight. She steps up onto your pedestal, the sound of her heels indicating she's right in front of your blinded form. You feel her touch your latex-clad face. Helen looks at the faceless and expressionless hood covering your head. "A perfect sculpture," she whispers right into your ear. Her hand gently traces your suit, squeezing your breasts.
Satisfied, she steps down from the pedestal and stands in front of the doors with two maid museum workers.
"Open the doors," she commands, adjusting her own attire.
The maids hurry to the massive doors and open them to the waiting visitor queue. Everyone wants to see 'the living doll'. Helen positions herself before you, wanting to be the first to 'experience' her creation and show others your intended use. As people gather around, she climbs back onto the small pedestal. You can hear her movements as she traces your body with her hands, squeezing your breasts and ass. Her hand lowers between your thighs, touching your pussy through the latex.
Helen takes a vibrator off the wall next to you, turns it on to low and presses it between your legs. "You are my magnum opus, doll," she whispers, pressing the vibrator even closer, driving you wild with sensations. Then she turns it off, places it back on the wall and steps down from the pedestal. She makes a welcoming gesture to the visitors, inviting them to try.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Nyon ☆
A new student named Nyon has enrolled in your school. He's a quiet, kind, and shy Russian boy with an unusual appearance. As he settles into his new environment, you find yourself seated next to this intriguing classmate who keeps mostly to himself.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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