Some unexpected college bondage fun, [FM] PT1

This whole night started out as a photo shoot, one not even concocted by me.
A friend from college, a beautifully nerdy photography major with a more than slight interest in erotic art had set the whole thing up.
We had a class together, it was an elective for me, a required art credit for her, but the class had caught both our attention for the same reason.
It was a class called “photographing the human form”
The teacher was a younger woman, one with a penchant for the edgy and interesting.
We’d both worked together on a few projects that semester, producing some really cool shots along the way.
She first helped with my project, an unabashed excuse to feast my eyes on some beautiful feet, which turned out to be a gritty, dark collection of bare feet in various unusual locations.
We’d snuck into an abandoned warehouse and gotten some great shots of her balancing on an old, pant peeling hand rail.
Needless to say, her feet were beautiful.
I’d helped her with a project she submitted that focused on erotic closeups of bound body parts, hands feet knees, arms, a gagged mouth. Etc.

We had discussed our shared interest in erotic art over the course of the semester, joking that we could make quite the living running a pornographic website.
It had always been professional, but it was arousing for us both to work together, and we both knew we enjoyed our work.

As the semester was coming to a close, the final projects were due. And our professor had decided to allow us to pair up if we chose, and we did choose.

We decided to go all out a collection of erotic art focusing on our favorite mutual interest, bondage.

This being an institution of higher learning, we weren’t allowed to produce anything blatantly porographic. No penetration, no sex, no oral sex, nothing like that.
But… the professor had said that the spirit of the rules allowed us to push the envelope, and that as long as we abided the “letter of the law” she was interested to see what we came up with.

I figured it would be more of the same, us getting a friend or two of hers or mine to model for us in the name of art. Ahhhhhh, the stuff you get away with in college in the name of art…

But no, this time she said she wanted to do something different.
We had set up a meeting in the cafeteria to brainstorm over lunch, and we brought sketchbooks and reference photos.
She seemed nervous, which was surprising considering the stuff we’d talked about, and taken pictures of over the last couple months.
I asked what her idea was, and she looks down at the mess of papers in front of her and she explains…
She’d like to model for me, and she’d like me to model for her.

Now, we’d done this before, but never like this, never bound completely, never totally nude like we’d decided we wanted our models to be for this project.

I dont mind saying, I about came right there… this girl was a ringer for me, nerdy, with short buzzed blonde hair on one side of her head. Adorable button nose, and beautiful green eyes.

She says she wants the photos to be real, the emotion to be real, so she wants us to really get into it, and she doesnt feel comfortable having her friends or mine around.

I asked what she was talking about exactly.

She says she wants, edgy, gritty, honest emotion. The look of someone on the edge of orgasm, pleading for more, desperate to finish. And there’s only one way to accomplish that…

End of part one. Comment for part 2

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