Part 3 - Kristen Joins the Gallery
Mitch activated the immobilizer and watched in fascination as the lovely Kristen
stiffened into position, pointing at the wall clock. He figured there was about
30 seconds before his newest prize was fully frozen and unconscious. "Kristen, I
just want to tell you that you are by far and away the most beautiful statue in
here. You were very brave to try this and I am so proud of you. Enjoy the
feeling and the rest, and I'll revive you in the morning.
Goodnight."
Kristen could not believe what had happened to her: She had
become a statue! There was no way she could move a single muscle;
her entire body was locked solid as a rock. She tried to glance around, back at
Mitch, and found her eyes were also frozen in place, stuck gazing towards the
clock and its slowly circling second hand. The sensation of absolute immobility
was at once surprising and oddly erotic as she attempted in vain to flex her
fingers, wiggle her toes, or bat an eyelash and found she could not
budge. The full impact sunk in when she realized it was too quiet - her
breathing had stopped and even the patter of her nervous heart was stilled. Had
something gone wrong? She tried to gasp in surprise "I'm going to die!" but
could not speak. The seconds passed and the brief panic faded. It was okay, she
reassured herself, this must be how it feels to be frozen. Just like Natalie and
the others, and they came out of it alright. A deep sense of security and
well-being came over her; that she had made the right choice. By now, she was
starting to feel drowsy and quickly drifted off to a very tranquil
sleep.
Mitch couldn't believe it had actually happened: Kristen was a
Living Statue. He had dreamed about this for months, watching her around
town and at the college. She was so beautiful, about five and a half feet tall,
with blonde hair, green eyes, and a curvaceous body that moved with the grace of
a cat. He had been a casual friend for a long time - maybe too good a
friend - because he had never gotten around to asking her out. What if she had
said no? Lately she had been in the dumps a lot and he had hatched the plan to
sell her on being one of his statues. That she had said yes to, or at least a
committed maybe. And now here she stood. Frozen.
He gazed at Kristen for
several seconds, letting her static beauty sink in, following the curves of her
immobilized form with his eyes. She was turning him on, just like the others did
- Mitch felt the growing bulge in his crotch as his erection swelled. By now
almost a minute had passed and she would be fully frozen solid. For the next
twelve hours she would be a statue. She did not react as he approached, she
could not feel it when he stole a kiss upon her hardened lips. She took no
notice as his hands roved over her stiffened body, fondling her firm breasts and
pert ass. Finally, Mitch could not hold it in any longer as his orgasm exploded
in his trousers, stretching out into a long moment of ecstasy.
Kristen
was dreaming by now; deep in her own fantasy about being a famous fashion model
(and a lot taller than her five-five) played out as she pranced along the
runway, bathed in the light of hundred of photo-flashes. They were all taking
pictures of her! Everyone knew her face and name. Kristen was in heaven,
completely unaware of what was actually happening to her at that
moment.
Mitch caught his breath, wiping the damp sticky spot over his
crotch with a lintfree photo cloth and reminding himself to change clothes
before the morning. He glanced around at the other statues -- no response as
always -- and thought about the next few hours. There was still a lot of work to
do. The he remembered:
This was just a tryout test that Kristen
had volunteered to do. She had not yet agreed to be a full-time statue and that
was what Mitch wanted to make sure of. Come tomorrow she might wake up, stretch,
and walk out of his door and life for good. Mitch had gone too far in his plan
to let that possibility happen -- he wanted her here permanently. He knew
just how to close the deal and get her signed up.
It was time to start
her portfolio.
-- Kristen becomes a Model --
He picked her up like a mannequin
(one-twenty, my ass, he thought) and carried her over onto the seamless
backdrop. He was thinking about poses as he readied the speedlights and loaded
his camera with a fresh roll of film. (Too bad I had agreed to not take her
clothes off,) Mitch thought as he imagined what her figure looked like under the
stretch leotard and jeans she wore. An evil voice tried to convince him that she
would never notice and there was plenty of time to finish before morning. He had
given his word, though, and if she ever did find out...
His conscience
won the battle, and since he could not take anything off, Mitch added to
her costume. First a pink feather boa that he wrapped around her neck and along
her outstreched arm. This simple prop transformed her into a glamour model and
he shot almost a full 36 of her face from many different angles. Next, he
experimented with her hairstyle and found a curly redheaded wig to cover her own
blonde locks. A different look; more film exposed. Changing lights to the full
gold umbrella diffusers, he started on the closeups. First, her makeup needed
some touchup enhancement. It was OK for the street, but not enough for his
purposes. Out came the foundation and eyeliner, blusher and mascara. Lipstick a
bit brighter than her usual shade. Now she was ready: Wow!
More film,
more poses. Mitch drifted into a sort of creative reverie where time had no
meaning to him -- and of course time didn't exist for his living statue Kristen.
Eventually something happened to break the spell -- this time it was a modeling
light on the key flash burning out with a bang -- and he looked up at the clock
to see it was a quarter to four in the morning. There was just enough time to
run the film through the developer machine and hang it in the drying cabinet
before he had to catch some rest. He left Kristen posed on the background,
leaving a couple of overhead spots on her which made her look like a figure in a
display window.
It had been a truly magical night.
He fell asleep
almost immediately and did not wake up until he heard the slam of the front door
that marked Karen's return. It was now almost too late!
By then Mitch had
forgotten whether Kristen had said it was okay to let anyone else see her as a
statue, so he waited until Karen was busying herself in the kitchen and then
froze her in place.
It was ten a.m. and he had promised Kristen only
twelve hours, but there was no way he would get the proofs done by eleven. Mitch
decided to do a little time shift and carefully set all of the clocks back two
hours. He remembered Karen's wrist watch as he was almost done and rushed into
the kitchen to change it. She looked almost like a Duane Hanson sculpture,
seated calmly at the table, a cup of coffee raised towards her lips. Hmm, he
thought, that might be a pose to keep for a while.
Now there was time to
pick out a few of the best shots from his first session with Kristen and make
some 11x14's. He wanted to show her how beautiful she looked; give her some
pride in herself. It wasn't too hard since she really was superb, the effort was
to keep from printing everything. In a little while he had them
done.
Mitch knew from experience that reviving from being a statue was
always a little bit disorienting since to the subject no time at all had passed
and objects could seem to pop out of nowhere. He picked Kristen up again,
resisting the urge to fondle, and placed her back approximately where she had
been fourteen hours ago, pointing at the studio clock. Removing the props and
wig, he made sure that all her clothes were in place. (Time enough for nudes
later,) he thought. Finally everything was ready. He selected Kristen's
immobilizer and turned the dial to reanimate her. A brief vision of Galatea and
Pygmalion passed - an interesting idea for a pictorial he thought.
A
first there was no reaction, then she slowly blinked and relaxed from her pose.
Moving again, stretching her arms and legs, she had not said anything to him
yet.
Mitch broke the silence, "Well, how did it feel?" He was hoping she
liked it.
"It was -- interesting," she said with a hint of a smile, "it,
uh, turned me on. But there was nothing I could do about it. I fell asleep too
soon." She removed the Immobilizer from behind her ear and handed it to
him.
"Well, that's great!" Mitch responded, trying to keep her enthusiasm
up, knowing that most of his subjects had exactly the same thrill. "You were a
wonderful living statue and I took a lot of pictures of you. Would you like to
see some of them?"
"Sure," she said, "but first let me get something to
drink. My mouth is so dry!" She led the way into the kitchen and started looking
through the 'fridge for a soda. If there was any surprise at seeing Karen frozen
at the table, she said nothing about it. Coming back into the studio, she
flopped down into the sofa and stretched again.
Mitch started passing her
the proof prints, all the while watching her eyes and how she licked her lips.
Kristen's body language said that she was entralled. "Do you like them?" he
prompted.
Her glowing smile was answer enough. "These are incredible! I
can;t believe this is me!" She was scanning through the prints, eyes wide with
wonder. "You didn't, er, enhance them did you?" Kristen held onto one of the
glamour poses shot with the full beauty lighting.
"Not at all; well,
maybe just a little makeup." It was the truth; there had not been any time to
'punch up' the prints. "I said you were beautiful - believe me now?" She nodded,
deep in thought. Mitch continued, "That's why I would like you to be one of my
models. You would look so great in some of the lingerie I've got coming next
week. I'd love to have you as part of my next series for Fredericks."
And, he thought, as a Living Statue forever. Careful, his inner voice said,
don't push her!
"Really? I don't know much about modeling"
"I'll
pose you this time; you're so pretty it will be a snap. And, when you're frozen,
you don't have to worry about holding the pose." He said the last with a
smile.
Kristen bit her lip. Slow down, girl, she thought. There had to be
a catch; this was all too good to be true. Then she remembered the thrill of
being immobilized and the feeling it gave her. This was certainly a better
choice than dropping out of school and ending up slinging burgers in some fast
food joint. She looked back at Mitch and he was literally sitting on the edge of
his seat in anticipation.
-- Kristen makes a Choice --
"Okay," she said. And it was Christmas for
him too. "But wait a sec, I'll have to have a few days to get things in order
first. There isn't much, really." Not when you have no life to begin with, she
thought.
"Well, the merchandise arrives in four days, and the pictures
are due back to them by a week after that. Would that be enough time?" Oh,
please, yes - he thought.
"Sure, count me in." The decision really was
easy, Kristen thought to herself.
"And then," he said, wanting to be
absolutely positively certain, "You'll join my gallery of living statues?"
(Third down, inches from the goal,) his thoughts flew.
"Of course," she
said. ('and he scores!', he thought) Kristen continued, "I must be strange for
liking the feeling so much, but Nat and Karen were right. It really *is* fun."
She did not say out loud that sometimes she got a kick out of being tied up
during sex and that this Immobilizer thing was a lot better than ropes and
knots.
"See," Mitch said, "I told you so." You haven't seen 'nothin yet,
he thought.
"Then, I'll see you in a few days," she said, picking up her
purse and walking towards the door.
"Great!" he said. (and then I'll see
all of you) he thought. "You really are the most beautiful one
here."
"Thanks again, Mitch, bye." The door clicked shut and she was
gone. (But she said she would do it,) he thought. (But she could get cold feet,)
he thought. And so on.
- - -
The intervening days sped by. Mitch
cleaned up the studio, stocked up on film and darkroom supplied, and generally
puttered around. His thoughts still debated the question of whether she would
come back.
To pass the time, he unfroze Amy and let her rest up for one
of the days. For an older woman, Amy was really in great condition. When she was
ready to become a statue again, Mitch posed her in the kitchen, pouring coffee
into the cup held by the immobilized Karen. This was one of the first scenes he
had done where the models interacted (except for Cindy and Dan, he recalled) and
thought there were more possibilities he had not thought of yet. Tableaux
vivants!
Finally the doorbell rang and Mitch ran over to open it, almost
tripping over a power cord in his rush. He unlocked the deadbolt and threw open
the door to see...
A laconic FedEx driver holding a clipboard, leg
propped up on a large box that must have been the merchandise for the upcoming
shoot. "Gee, fellah," the driver said, "You must really be waiting for this
stuff." He continued to look at Mitch oddly.
"Er, yeah, I'm a
photographer. These are costumes for an spread I'm doing"
"Right," the
driver looked at the signature, "I bought my wife one of those skimpy little
nighties one time, but it didn't work." He shook his head resignedly and turned
away. A muffled "Good Luck" was his last parting comment.
-- The Making of a new Statue --
Mitch closed the door behind him,
grateful for the delivery but really disappointed it had not been Kristen. He
busied himself unpacking and sorting out the various items of lingerie. His eyes
lit up when he saw something that would be just perfect for Kristen to start out
with, and he put it aside.
It was past sunset, starting to get dark when
the doorbell rang again. This time it was Kristen, standing there on his
threshold looking bright, perky and incredibly gorgeous. She was carrying a
large duffel bag on a shoulder strap.
"Hi," she said, blushing a
little.
"Hi," he said, trying to avoid gawking at her and not really
succeeding.
"I'm ready," she said, swinging the duffel, maybe a trifle
impatient.
"Come on in, then!" Mitch finally managed. She did, and the
waiting was over.
"Drop your bag in the second bedroom back and then come
here"
"Okay," she walked off down the hall as he followed her with his
eyes, noting the way she moved and how her body flowed. By the time she
returned, he was sitting at the table in front of some papers.
"Kristen,
we have to make this official. Since you're going to be modeling for me, here is
a release form for any pictures I might take. I've added a short section to
cover the use of the Immobilizer." (and a little bit of very fine print) his
mind said.
"I've seen these before," she said (though she hadn't),
flipping through the pages and signing at the bottom before Mitch could say
anything. "Done. Now what" In her thoughts, Kristen was trying to stay cool and
not show the hesitancy she felt.
"Put this on like before," he handed her
the Immobilizer device, "and remember to wear it at all times when you're here."
She nodded and clipped it to her ear. "As I told you before, I can freeze you
anytime I want."
"I know," she said calmly (and as quickly as you can!)
she thought.
"We'll start shooting the Fredericks ads in a couple of
days; the clothes are in already. I want to make sure you're comfortable with
what you're doing, so I'd like to turn you into a statue until I'm ready for
you"
"Okay! She nodded. (alright, already!) she thought.
"Here's
something I would like you to wear first," he said, handing her a wrapped
package. "Put it on in the changing room and come on back"
"No problem,"
she responded. Undressing in the large back room, she half expected to feel the
tingle and freeze up, but it never came. The package contained a shiny golden
catsuit, a wide black leather belt, and matching high-heeled pumps. The suit
seemed to be about two sizes too small as she struggled into it. (the result is
worth it) she thought as she saw in the mirror how the stretchy fabric hugged
her curves. It was very smooth to the touch, almost slippery. The belt was tight
too, even at the last notch, but the shoes fit perfectly. Kristen took a few
steps and marveled at how the Lycra fabric enhanced her figure. She remembered
how her makeup had looked after her first session and so she recreated that look
once more. A few brushes to her freshly styled coiffure restored it to its
original fullness. Glancing back at herself in the mirror, Kristen saw a young
lady of exceptional beauty. She was ready for her new occupation - as a living
statue.
Mitch fidgeted, waiting, thinking for a moment that she had
slipped out the back window and was running away. (Patience; trust) his
conscience told him. The impulse to turn the dial and freeze her where she stood
was very strong; he kept from doing it but his hand strayed back to the controls
many times. Patience.
A faint, "Ready," sounded from behind the door just
before Kristen emerged.
Mitch was awestruck, on the verge of turning into
a statue himself without any assistance, as he watched the transformed Kristen
stride onto the studio backdrop. He had imagined how she might look in that
playsuit from the moment he laid eyes on it, but he was totally unprepared for
how sexy she looked in it. It was the whole ensemble that did it; the shaping of
her legs from the high-heeled pumps, the hourglass of her waist and hips. Even
her cleavage was enhanced. There was no pretense or subtlety this time; he just
gawked at his newest model.
"Catsuit got your tongue?" she kidded.
Kristen seemed to know how she looked in the flashy costume as she paraded
around the room. She knew he liked to surprise his subjects so she kept
presenting a variety of poses to him, knowing one would tickle his
fancy.
Mitch's mind was on high-speed 'record', drinking in the sight of
her and filing it away under "most beautiful girl in the world". Eventually he
remembered what he was supposed to do next and concentrated on her poses.
Whether she knew it or not, sometimes Kristen would find a position that looked
very mannequin-like. The next time she hit the pose, he spun the dial over to
de-animate.
Kristen was surprised when the immobilization happened, so
she hardly had any chance to react before freezing still in her tracks. Then the
thrill of not being able to move struck her and she would have grinned from ear
to ear if her face and body had not stiffened instantly in place. Her eyes
glazed and locked in position. There was just a hint of a smile on her
lips.
Before she was completely stiff, Mitch 'fine-tuned' her pose in
subtle ways, tipping her head up slightly to look more regal, adjusting the
position of her hands so they had a more graceful curve. He could feel her body
hardening as he worked; soon she would slip away to sleep. Gently, he kissed her
again full on her frozen lips.
Kristen remained awake for what seemed
several minutes, too excited to sleep, so when Mitch started posing her it was a
whole new feeling of helplessness. She was a puppet, a doll without any ability
to move at all. But he could move her! She felt his kiss and tried to
return it but her body was no longer in her control. This powerlessness gave her
an erotic sensation that would have peaked into an orgasm if she had not fallen
unconscious. Her last thoughts were speculation of what it would be like to have
sex as a statue. This became her first dream of the session.
Mitch
stepped back to behold his newest addition to his gallery: Kristen!
!
Once again he shot several rolls of this incredible golden mannequin, a
lot more full-figure poses. She looked wonderful, and he could not keep his
hands off her. He removed her belt, added a sash, removed it, took more photos
of her catsuit with no accessories. Almost by accident his hand slipped under
the tight fabric and cupped her breast. The nipple was a frozen button, aroused
before she had become a statue. The curiousity got the better of Mitch and he
could not resist any longer.
Fortunately the Lycra was resilient enough
not to rip as he slipped it off her shoulders and downward. Her hips were a
little full and the suit was tightest at that point, but the resistance was
momentary. Mitch had to lay her down in order to remove her shoes and slip the
suit off from her legs. Putting the heels back on her, he stood the totally nude
figure of Kirsten up in his studio for the first time.
It was a dream
finally come true: Kristen, frozen solid into a Living Statue!
Auhor's Notes:
In part 2, Kristen is introduced to her friend Mitch's gallery of "living statues" - people who have been frozen with the help of a device that fits behind their ear. Together they revive another of his statues and play some pranks on her. Kirsten becomes more interested and allows Mitch to freeze her for twelve hours so she can find out what it feels like to be a statue.