"They call this art!?"

Allison tried to whisper, as is appropriate when you are the visitor to an art exhibition. Her indignation made the words come out a bit too loud though, and one or two disapproving heads turned in their direction.

"Shhh, Alli, keep it down!"

Helen looked at her friend. Allison's huge brown eyes were glued to the picture. Embarrassed, she cupped her mouth with her hand, and her already flushed face turned an even darker red.

"Sorry!" Now she really was whispering. "But seriously, look at that!"

Soft, blurred, black lines showed a naked woman. On her knees and with her tongue sticking out, she awaited an absurdly big phallic object, the size of a tree trunk, aimed at her gaping mouth.

Helen smiled. Allison was such an adorably innocent little snowflake sometimes.

"Well, the exhibition's called 'Fantasy. Fetish. Taboo. Perversion'. What exactly did you expect? PG 13?"

Alli wrinkled her cute nose in disgust. "I didn't expect PG-13. But no outright porn either."

Helen gave her a cheeky smile. "I don't mind a bit of porn once in a while..."

"To each her own." Alli rolled her eyes and turned. "Let's check out that room to the right. It's called 'The ladies' lounge.' Maybe that's where the tasteful art is on display."

Oh sweety, I wouldn't count on it... Amused, Helen followed her friend into the next room.

The door opened as their shoes squeaked on the floor. It was a bit colder here, and darker. It took their eyes a second to adjust to the dim light.

In the center of the room, there wasn't a painting, but a life-size sculpture. Two women, on all fours next to each other, their voluptuous bottoms almost touching. Both were naked except for a collar around the neck and a fluffy tail dangling from the ass. In the mouth, both carried a bone between their teeth. A third woman, elegant in all black leather, led them on a leash.

Allison looked at the sculpture in awe. Helen sneaked up on her until her head almost rested on her shoulder.

"Whoof, whoof!"

Allison jumped. "Oh, for God's sake, Helen!"

"Why so jumpy? So, is this a bit more to your liking?"

Her friend's mouth narrowed immediately. "Not at all! I think it's disgraceful. How can any woman take part in her own degradation like that?"

Helen sighed. "You are always so damn judgy. It's a consensual game of submission and dominance that many people seem to enjoy."

The corners of Allison's mouth turned down even further. "If you don't have any self-respect, you can enjoy degradation, I guess..."

"It's not degrading if it's consensual. Do you consider it degrading if, say, a professional dancer is led by her partner? During the session, she consensually submits to his lead. Before and after the session, they're completely equal."

Allison looked at her, faking an innocent smile. "So for you, being put on a leash and walking on all fours with a fucking doggy tail dangling from your ass, plays in the same league as dancing a tango?"

Helen shrugged, pointing at the sculpture. "I mean, this is certainly more intense. But sex and dancing are related in many ways..." Her characteristic cheeky grin appeared on her face again. "...and after all, 'doggy style' is a very common and popular position..."

That earned her the second eye-rolling of the day. With quick steps, Allison passed by the next pieces of art, clearly feeling as uncomfortable as a mouse in a room full of cats.

Just ahead of the exit door, she stopped one last time, almost physically recoiling from the picture to her left.

A black and white photography, it showed a magnificent, hard, circumcised cock with a couple of piercings along the shaft. The length was sliding inside an equally pierced pussy. It almost looked like the cock was wearing a silvery ring chain.

"Eeew!" said Allison.

"More like: Ouch!" Helen replied.

Allison raised her arms only to let them fall in surrender. "I'm out of here!"

"Oh, come on, Alli! We paid for this. And we haven't even been to the 'Room that may only be entered through the backdoor'!"

"Spare me!" Allison was already getting her jacket. "You can tell me tomorrow during lunch break about all the backdoors you saw there... if you absolutely have to!"

Helen shook her head and pitifully looked at her friend. "Allison, I love you. But you are, and will always be, a hopeless prude!"

----

Jason laughed. Helen felt his abs contract and relax as her head rested on his belly. His still half-hard cock was only an inch from her head, and she playfully stroked it with cum-covered fingers. We both need to take a shower before falling asleep, she thought.

"I can't believe you took Allison of all people to a porn exhibition!"

"Not a porn exhibition. An exhibition about 'Fantasy. Fetish. Taboo. Perversion." Helen corrected her boyfriend.

"Still. I mean, didn't you tell me Allison even wears bathing clothes in the shower after yoga class?"

Helen chuckled, still stroking his dick. Slowly, he hardened again, his tip now less than a tongue length away. "Yeah, Alli really is the definition of vanilla."

She gently kissed his sticky glans. "You better thank God I'm not." With that, she took him in her mouth again.

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"So, she took you to a porn exhibition?"

Allison nodded.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Allison shook her head.

With ferocious force, the paddle came down on her ass. As her bound body jerked forward, the clamps painfully pulled on her puffy nipples, and she moaned into her ball gag in agony.

"I think you are lying."

He let the paddle slide up and down her abused cheeks, enjoying her reaction as she arched her back and wiggled her ass for another slap.

"I think you liked it a lot, the slut that you are. I think my little pet needs to receive a proper punishment for looking at dirty pictures. I think you need to be fucked in the ass, Allison Harper. Don't you agree?

With her eyes rolling back from sheer lust, she nodded so vigorously that she banged her head against the edge of the bed, as her master slowly pulled the thick plug from her asshole. It had a dog's tail attached to it.