I recently came across with this photo, apparently of Delores Del Rio and Lloyd Hughes playing a game of Tic Tac Toe on Rita Carewe’s back during filming High Steppers (1926). An unusual shot, to say the least.It reminded me of a fantasy I have had for years and which I know I will never get to live out. It may not be the most common one there is, but I will share it with you nevertheless. A fantasy of being a canvas.
Since this turned out a longer piece than I originally planned, and the plot led to many things not originally part of my fantasy, I am posting it here on my blog instead of Bdsmlr.
In my fantasy I am naked or dressed only in my trademark knee-high black and pink striped socks. I have just been brought somewhere blindfolded and handcuffed. After both are removed, I see I'm in a room in which there are a dozen or so young women present. Maybe more.
There is a huge, king-size bed in the room and I am ordered to go and lie on my back in the middle of it. Without saying a word the women get on the bed as well, armed with ballpoint pens and black markers. Silently they all start to write on me.
I know the women have the liberty to write on me anything they want. The little notes can be about me, but they can just be things they find amusing, or want the world the know. I have no option but to lie there, and let the young women work on me.
At first they do it without saying a word, but gradually the women start giggling and talking to each other, commenting on what they either are writing or should write on me. None of them are addressing me, however. I am only a canvas for them, nothing more.
Gradually my whole body from knees up gets covered in small humorous notes. Knees, thighs, hips, tummy, chest, sides, arms, hands, every part of my body. Only place they don't touch is the genitals. After all, my limp penis and testicles isn't much of a canvas.
After all of the space on my front side is used, I am ordered to lie on my belly, and the women continue their work on the clean canvas my backside offers. Now and then I hear women walking in and out of the door, as more of them arrive to leave their notes.
Finally I am ordered on my back again and then to spread my legs. I do it and lay on my back, feeling a bit like a woman at a gynecologist. Silently two of the women sit between them and start writing on my inner thighs. After they're done, more women come and make use of the unused space on my legs. Only place they still don't touch are my genitals.
While this happens, the rest of the women start going over other parts of my body, making sure there isn't a single spot they missed, including places like my armpits. There are so many young women eagerly at work around me I feel a dog who has just given birth to a litter of puppies.
At this point I notice the music coming outside the room, and realize there seems to be a some sort of party going on. This also explains why the women seem to be getting more and more uninhibited as the night progresses.
As a proof of this I suddenly notice a one of them walking next to me. And then, without saying a word, she gets on the bed, swings her leg over me, and before I understand what is happening I feel her crotch on my face.
I hear several comments, but since my both ears are now covered by her legs it is hard for me to make out what they say. I feel the backside on my face moving and trying to find a better position, and I feel my nose sliding between the ass cheeks, while the pussy lips press to mine.
I understand what I'm expected to and I start licking. A moment later I am rewarded by a low moan, and I hear the young women cheering. She starts to move herself back and forth, and I do my best to keep my tongue working hard.
As this happens I still feel the sharp points of ballpoint pens and markers on my skin. Even though it is hard for me to imagine there is any free space left. I try not to notice it however, and concentrate solely on the vagina grinding itself on my face.
I keep my tongue at work, and finally I feel the woman sitting on me shudder a few times. I feel her breathing hard, staying motionless for few moments, and then getting off me. I have only a few moments to enjoy the fresh air, before a second crotch appears from somewhere and lands on my face.
This is repeated over and over, and there is a seemingly endless row of vaginas on my face, all in need of my tongue. As time passes there are fewer and fewer scribbling sensations on my skin. Finally I realize, as yet another backside lifts itself from my face, there isn't a next one coming.
I breath in deep as I look at the ceiling, and gradually become aware of the women speaking around me. They all seem to be agreeing every square inch of my skin has finally been used, and not a single note would fit there anymore.
I hear a loud woman's voice in the next room, apparently asking whether there is still anyone who would like to make use of my mouth. Nothing happens, however and the next thing I realize is several young women getting on the bed again, one on my each side.
Suddenly there is a moist towel on my face, and I have to close my eyes. My face is being wiped in less than gentle manner, after which there is a feeling of some sort of antiseptic tissue. I hear two women commenting on the mess on my face as they work both sides of it.
After they are done, I keep my eyes shut for a few moments. Nothing happens and I feel only their movements on the bed. Finally I open my eyes, only to see the women leaning above me, both with a black marker raised in the air.
I close my eyes quickly, and a moment later feel the tip of the marker touch my cheek. Then there's one on my other cheek, and I hear the women chuckling to each other as they work. I do my best to stay completely motionless, and then feel a tip touching my forehead as well.
I have no idea what they are writing on my face, but based on their laughter and comments it seems to be something extremely amusing. This takes a while, but finally they seem to be happy with their work and I am ordered to stand up.
I am brought to another, much larger room, filled with young women as well. The music is turned down a bit, and the women surround me once more, this time not to write, but to read what has been written on me.
I stand there, as eager and curious eyes go over every inch of my body. Whenever anyone finds something particularly funny on me, she reads it aloud, and the women burst out laughing.
Some of the women are peering with a sly smile on their lips at my face or chest, while others are kneeling and going over things they find on my hips and thighs. Some are behind me reading my back as well as butt cheeks.
Occasionally the women lift my arms higher and twist them to see better what had been written around them or in my armpits. Every time I keep the arm in place until someone moves it again. They also grab my ass and other parts of my body, as they find something particularly hilarious and want to point it to someone.
After the women had gotten enough fun, I am left alone and the party around me continues. I stand there like a party decoration. Occasionally I am approached by groups of women, commenting to each other on something written on me.
Occasionally, if it's a single woman in question, she may stay quite a while at me, reading me without saying a word and sipping her drink at the same time. Never before I have felt this much a piece of art.
At some point the music is turned off and the women start finishing their drinks, clearly getting ready go somewhere. Someone puts a blindfold and a collar on me, and my hands are cuffed behind my back again.
A moment later I feel a tug and I am led outside of the apartment. At this point my fantasy is unclear. Either I am taken to a parking basement or through a parking lot outside and then put to a trunk of the car.
The women could also decide to walk me behind them through busy streets. It is a warm summer night after all, so I don't freeze, but is hard for me not to imagine what the people we pass must think.
Finally we arrive to our destination. I am led into what I realize to be a loud night club. Still blindfolded it is hard for me to keep track what's happening, other than I am being walked around the night club for the rest of the night.
Occasionally the women I have arrived to the club with pass me around, allowing as many women as possible a chance to lead me. Each of them naturally is more than eager to show off their handiwork, and I feel both gazes as well as hands on my skin all through the night.
Gradually the women in charge of me get more and more drunk though, and what would happen to a dummy mascot at a sorority party, inevitably happens to me, and I am forgotten somewhere.
After that it won't take long for me to feel the first rough male hands on my body, feeling me like a piece of meat. My genitals that have been neglected all night finally get attention as well, and I feel several hands feeling them up. Everybody seem to be amused how small and limp I am.
It doesn't take very long for me to be made to kneel somewhere either. Or to hear the sound of a zipper and to feel a cock shoved in my mouth. A few moments later there is a pair of hands on my back as well, feeling my ass and then spreading my cheeks open. Soon there's a feeling of incredibly big, hard cock forcing its way dry inside my virgin ass.
I howl out loud, an equally hard cock inside my mouth, and then even louder as the cock inside my anus starts to move back and forth. This doesn't do much more than generates laughter from the men surrounding me. I feel the man behind my grabbing my hips and starting to pound me harder.
After doing this the rest of the night, and losing count several times how many cocks there had been inside me, I am abandoned again. The reason for that is clear, as the music stops and I realize people are starting to leave the club.
Finally I hear a couple of women's voices approaching, and I vaguely recognize them as the women who brought me here.
"Oh... there it is", I hear one of them say in labored voice. "God I'm so drunk. Look, could you take it outside?"
The other replies, sounding almost as drunk as her friend. I feel a tug on the leash and I'm pulled to my feet again.
On the sidewalk outside there's an insane commotion, as a night club full of people are sorting whatever they had been in the middle of inside.
Based on the sounds I am again surrounded by the women I had arrived there with, but they seem very uninterested in me now. Mostly they are worried about getting enough cabs for them all.
There is nothing else for me to do than stand there and enjoy the night air, now slightly chillier than few hours before.
I hear the sounds of cars pulling over and people getting into them. Then, quite suddenly, the blindfold is taken off, and I am watching eye to eye to a beautiful blonde in a cocktail dress.
"There we go", she says in a surly voice, clearly trying to act more sober than she actually is. Then she looks at me smiling.
"Well then", she says smiling, and continues in a slightly labored manner. "I hope this was as fun for you than it was for us."
She turns around and joins her friends getting on a cab standing next to the sidewalk. A moment before the cab full of drunken girls drive away she waves at me from the open window.
"Run along now! Ta-ta!"
I just stand there, looking around and realizing I still have the cuffs on.
