The Unconscious Model

The Unconscious Model

She stood on tiptoe next to the wall, the lines of her smooth, tanned skin broken only a pair of white lace panties and a matching bra. The brunette was young, in her mid twenties with pretty blue eyes hidden of late by a heavy cloth blindfold that wound over her ears and behind her head where it was knotted neatly in place. Her arms were bound above her with a pair of shiny, velvet covered handcuffs. The handcuffs were looped over a metal drain pipe and snapped around each wrist, then a single strand of thin cord served to keep her hands together. Although she was fairly tall as females go, the pipe was far enough above her that she could do little more than get a couple of bare toes to touch the cold tile floor at any one time. The effect that her up-stretched arms had on her torso was quite interesting, keeping her shoulders together and forcing her head forward slightly, leaving her dark, disheveled hair to drape down her neck like a silken mane.
She remained unconscious from her earlier transport, her head sagging forward, mouth agape in slumber. The effect was not altogether unlike that of a fettered angel, bound and beautiful. Even with her lace bra in place, her full breasts hung down, drawn up and thrust outward like the work of art that they were. Young and firm she had a great body and her cleavage suited her anatomy well. Arms tied above her, shoulders drawn up, lovely breasts straining against her resisting bra, each of her ribs was defined under her supple skin, the tissue a shade whiter where it it was stretched ever so slightly over her ribs. Her abdomen hinted at an athletic lifestyle, her tummy muscles forming small, sensual bumps that orbited her navel and led on to her hips.
Hanging as she was, legs together, it gave her pose an almost provocative appeal, as though her very form were teasing from across the room. The white lace panties rode the definition of her hips, up and over the way only elegant lingerie can, then down between her thighs to the inviting bump of most intimate skin below. From across the room the angles of the folds of skin concealed beneath were evident, a hint at what lay beneath. All in all, this hanging piece of artwork was as lovely as she was sensual. It was almost a shame to rouse her. Almost.
A hand was laid with near reverence on her thigh, the side of a finger brushing the supple skin, then retreating. She remained static, the only other sound in the room that of her even breathing. It was interesting to observe the way certain sedatives worked, each person reacted differently, some individuals would remain unconscious for hours, other no more than one. It seemed to depend on the amount of pain killers and over the counter prescriptions the subject took, but it made for an interesting study nonetheless. A hand gently lifted her chin to admire her clean, European facial features, her full lips and French nose. Once he allowed her head to fall forward again her mouth sagged open once more.
He moved to the tripod across the room, steadying the camera and zooming out for a full body shot, then in for a close up of her torso.