The Submission Of Jean?

The gallery opening for Robert DeSoto was a much-anticipated event in town.* He was somewhat of a local celebrity artist and his openings were always sold-out affairs.* We own one of his works, so we always get first dibs on tickets before the regular public and we were not going to miss this one for two reasons.* First, we wanted to talk with him about doing a commissioned piece,*potentially with me as the model.* Second, the theme of this collection was decidedly more erotic than many of his past works and I was interested in the reaction from the viewers.We were his guests at the preview opening so we had already seen the collection.* It was quite amazing and featured many ritualistic paintings with devils and similar creatures having sex with women. *It was very arousing material for me, and a scary thought went through my head after seeing it about whether he would paint me into one of those scenes.* But that would have to wait.Since we had already previewed the show, I planned just to enjoy the party with plenty of Champagne and do some people watching until most of the crowd left at the end of the night so we could approach Robert about our commission idea.* And since the theme was on the erotic side, I also planned on being a little erotic myself.Since it was a warm June Friday, I wore a mid-thigh length black dress that had buttons from the waist to the neckline.* But it would not be buttoned up to the neckline tonight.* I find exhibitionism on its own a little boring and it doesn?t do a whole lot for me.* My feeling is that just because the other people get to see things doesn?t mean that I get anything out of it.* I need to have more.I find the psychology of the situation far more interesting and arousing than just the mere act of flashing some skin. *My plan for the gallery was to wear the dress with many of the buttons left open.* In my mind, the viewer would then know that I left them open on purpose, as opposed to a dress with a plunging neckline without buttons where you have no choice.I wanted those who*saw me to wonder why I left them open.* To make them think about what I was intending and what I wanted them to see.* Don?t get me wrong; I wanted them to see me and I planned on giving many opportunities for that. But I wanted to play some games with these voyeurs as I did.* To enjoy myself and the control I could have over them.Jacque and I got dressed for the show after some evening cocktails at home.* I put on the dress and decided to leave the buttons open just past breast level and hesitantly decided that I was going to go commando for the evening.* That is not something I normally did, but I was not planning on having to sit down anywhere and wanted to push myself a little, and I knew that Jacque would appreciate it.?What do you think?? I asked him as I looked at myself in the mirror.*Ever the one to push me, he walked over to me and unbuttoned the dress to navel level. ?If you want to play your little game tonight, you might as well play it right,? he said.* ?Wearing it like this might shock some and really get people thinking about why you are doing it since you could clearly cover yourself by closing more buttons.?He had a point, but now I was nervous and unsure about how far I was willing to go.* I knew this was an erotic event and that helped to allay some of my fears, but wearing it like this was going to be difficult to control.* One effect of opening the dress so far down was that the top had no tension, so it spread out wide across my shoulders. *It then moved down across the tops of my breasts so the inner sides of each were in full view.* And that was without moving!?And one other thing,? he said.* ?If you are going to do this and wear it like that, you can?t be constantly adjusting things.* You have to wear it with confidence Escort Esenyurt and let what happens happen as if you don?t care who may see.?I both hated and loved Jacque for things like this.* He is always pushing me, and deep down, I knew he was right if I wanted to really play my game.* I was just not as confident as he was suggesting I be. I looked at myself in the mirror while moving around.* Even the slightest movements were opening the dress significantly, revealing most of my breasts, and if I was not careful, the fabric would pull completely to the side.In the end, I decided I would give it a try.* I could always button more if needed and began to think about my plan for the evening, which was to make small talk with people and be more than a little flirty while looking them directly in the eyes.* I wanted that eye contact.* Then I would find a way to look in a different direction and make a movement or gesture causing the expected exposure, so they had a chance to get a view.* This would allow me to watch them over the rest of the evening to see if they were keeping an eye on me and I could imagine what they were thinking.We got into the car to drive to the gallery, and it became immediately clear that sitting down was going to be dangerous.* As soon as I got in the car, both sides of the dress fell to the side, leaving both breasts completely exposed.* ?Note to self!?The gallery was already packed when we arrived.* We quickly found Robert and congratulated him on the show again.* He smiled an appreciative smile while grabbing glasses of Champagne for us.* ?Thank you,? he said.* ?I always love to have owners like the two of you at my shows!??We would not have missed this for the world!? I responded.* ?These paintings are so incredibly beautiful and erotic.* I love them!?Jacque and I had decided that we would split up for a while so I could play my physiological control game without him being an interference.* Plus, I was*sure he would enjoy watching me from afar more than anyone else.I walked to the main gallery room while paying close attention to the action of the dress and got more confident in the movements I should or shouldn?t make, given what I wanted to happen.* But I did realize that even a simple thing like raising a glass to my lips revealed quite a bit, and a little sway or bend allowed the dress to open, giving a clear view of my entire breast*and nipple.I found a well-dressed man about my age standing alone in front of a particularly evocative painting of many cloaked and hooded figures standing around a nude woman.* They were all touching and groping her breasts and legs and her head was tilted back by one grabbing her hair.I stopped next to him and looked at it for a few seconds. ?Quite an interesting image, isn?t it?? I started. ?I almost want to be her.??Really?* I almost want to be them,? he responded with a smile.* He turned towards me and held up his glass in toast. ?My name is Franklin.* It is a pleasure to meet you.??Likewise,? I responded while holding his eye contact as we clinked glasses.* ?I am Jean.?This time, it wasn?t the act of raising the glass that did anything.* But when I swung my arm back to my side after raising it to him, I could feel my breast and nipple slip out of the dress, but I maintained my eye contact with him and pretended not to notice.*I turned my body slightly and looked at the painting again.* I could feel his eyes move down to my chest. ?No.* As a matter of fact, I definitely want to be her,? I deadpanned.* I knew he was looking at me and I started to become aroused for the first time.* ?It was nice meeting you, Franklin.* Enjoy the rest of the show,? I said as I walked away from him, not giving him a chance to respond.I had several similar encounters like this Etiler escort throughout the evening and each time, I became more and more aroused and daring in what I would try and show and expose to them. *The fun thing was watching them move throughout the gallery afterwards trying to catch another view of me.* One guy was like a photography drone in ?follow? mode.* I could not shake him from my tail.The crowd started to thin after more than a couple of hours of this controlling game and more than a few glasses of Champagne.* I saw Jacque on the other side of the room in what looked like an animated conversation with a man about something, so I moved over to a bare wall on the side of the smaller gallery room and leaned back against it to enjoy my last glass of bubbly for the evening.I got lost in myself for a moment, contemplating what had occurred throughout the evening, when a tall man in a Fedora walked up to me.* It was Anthony Shelton, a well-known and eccentric art collector.* ?I have been watching you for much of the evening,? he said.* ?You seemed to enjoy your controlled exposure of your body tonight. I appreciate that and enjoyed watching you.?I was taken aback by his confidence and brazen attitude that he could just walk up to me and say that.* But I kept my stance leaning against the wall and smiled at him and was not going to give him the upper hand in this conversation.* ?I did, in fact, enjoy it very much, Mr. Shelton,? I responded.What happened next caught me by even more of a surprise.* He took his left hand and moved the dress off of my right breast and groped me strongly and stared me in the face.* ?Is this what you were wanting from all of those men you have been showing yourself to?? he said sternly.It was all I could do to contain my fury, but I was able to quickly gather a response together in my head.* I did not move and allowed him to keep his grasp on my breast while I remained leaning against the wall and looked him in the eyes. I raised my glass of Champagne to my lips and took a very long sip.*I straightened up and with my left hand grasped his wrist as strongly as I could and removed his hand from me and angrily said while staring at him, ?No, that is not what I wanted.* I alone control who gets to touch me!?With that, I quickly walked away from him and found Jacque.* I was shaken by that experience, but we still had to talk to Robert about the commission.* I felt safer being with Jacque, so I calmed down quickly.We found Robert and he quickly agreed to meet us at his studio to discuss doing a painting for us.* While we did not talk about the subject of the work, my mind immediately went to the painting I was looking at with Franklin and was intrigued in reflection that I was aroused by the thought of wanting to be the woman in the painting with the cloaked men touching her.* Then Anthony Shelton groped me in a similar manner at the end of the evening, and I was furious. Wasn?t that a contradiction in my feelings?I recounted the night's events to Jacque on the drive home, saving the story of Shelton for the end.* ?Well, I was watching you all evening too and it was a huge turn-on for me.* I can?t tell you the number of times I wanted to do the same thing,? he said.?Yes, but I want to be in control!? I replied.???????????????????????????..Several months passed after the gallery event and even though I thought about it every once in a while, I had largely forgotten about Mr. Anthony Shelton.Jacque and I were enjoying a September evening together, reminiscing and talking about our experiences together like our Paris trip and how much I had moved my public exhibitionism to a new level. I could tell he was getting turned on by the conversation.?So, there is an event in a couple weeks that I would love Eyüp escort bayan to attend with you. I have been wanting to go to this for a couple years now, but I have always been out of the country,? he stated.?OK.* What is it? I asked.?It is a BDSM performance ball.* Everyone gets dressed up in costume and they have Shibari and a lot of other different performances.* I have heard it gets pretty sexual and I am very intrigued by it,? he said.?That would certainly be different, and I know you have a lot of BDSM fantasies, so sure.* Why not?? I said.* ?I will have to do some research on a costume.* I am guessing you would prefer on the provocative side?? I questioned with a sly smile, knowing exactly the answer to the question.?I guess you know me pretty well,? he laughed. ?Why don?t we get my computer and do some research tonight?* It would be a fun way to spend the evening.??OK.* But just know that I will not be wearing a 'Story of O'*dress!? I demanded.?I didn?t expect that you would.* Although you would look amazing in one!? he responded while getting up to get his laptop.We settled on an all-black suit and white mask for Jacque, but we struggled with mine.* He kept pushing me towards bare-breasted outfits.* He argued that many of the women at the event wore similar costumes and showed me previous event gallery photos to prove it.* He was right.* There were a lot of them.* But it just wasn?t me.I finally settled on a more feminine dominant costume and we pushed the order button and purchased the tickets for the event to be held in two weeks.When the costumes arrived, I took them directly to the cleaners to make sure they were neatly pressed and ready for the event, so I never tried my costume on until it was time to get ready.* My costume consisted of very tight black stretch pants and a collared white dress shirt with cuffs.* Except this shirt had no buttons save for one at the very bottom, which was tucked into the pants.*If I had tried on the costume in advance, I would have noticed how loose the shirt was on me and I could have had the tailor take it in.* The shoulders and sleeves fit well, but the front was too loose, resulting in it being very open and revealing.* Maybe it was made for women with larger breasts than*I?* But there was no turning back.The costume was topped off with a flowing black cape and a feathered mask that covered my entire face except for my mouth, but it provided complete anonymity.*As I looked in the mirror, I was struck by how much this costume resembled the open dress I wore to the gallery opening. Except this was much more assertive with no buttons and a crisp starched look and I have to say, the cape made me look a little menacing.*We took an Uber to the gala, so we didn?t have to worry about either of us driving after the expected amount of alcohol.* When we arrived, there was a line leading to the doors of the building and when we finally got to the doors I realized why.* In addition to the tickets for the event, everyone entering was required to sign a confidentiality agreement and legal release.I looked at Jacque quizzically and said, ?Um, are you sure this is OK???Sure, it?s fine,? he said.* ?I don?t think they could hold a sexually charged event these days without some sort of legal protection.?We signed the paperwork without reading the fine print and entered the venue.* It was a single very large room with a circular stage set up in the middle that was not on risers, so it was at the same level as the rest of the room.* Jacque was right, though.* Most of the women were dressed very submissively, many of them bare-breasted and some with collars and some even with leashes on.* My costume choice seemed to be out of place.There were probably over three hundred people in attendance,*mostly couples of all persuasions. I reveled in how I looked and felt very free to allow my loose top to do what it wanted, and the mask provided anonymity, so I felt safe. And, even though I was more dressed than most of the other women, I felt powerful and sexy and was very happy with my choice of costume.* It was very me!