The Nerd Girls (Stories of Domination and Submission)

by JJ Argus

  The Nerd Girls

  By JJ Argus

  Copyright 2014

  Electronic edition

  JJ Argus has written more than 250 novels, and been published in hardcover, softcover, and innumerable magazines and digests. This work is the result of the long, hard effort and creativity of the author. Please do not post or resell it without permission.

  This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over eighteen.

  Cover image courtesy of Restrained Elegance

  Paige Munro, bondage queen. What an absurd, ludicrous suggestion! At least, it would have been at the start of the school year. You know how the school year starts? Everything is possible, and adventure awaits! I just had no idea what kind of adventure!

  My school year didn't exactly start out great. My new roommate was a first year arts student, a tiny, quiet, mousy nerd girl with long, stringy brown hair. I was starting third year pre-law, which was a lot more serious a course than her silly liberal arts courses in modern communication.

  Despite first impressions, though, we got along quite well. She was, as I said, quiet, fairly serene, in fact, though she had this higher pitched voice which could sometimes be annoying. Fortunately, she wasn't a big talker. She turned out to be something of a relief from Rachel, my previous roommate, who was a huge drama queen.

  We tended to study quietly at our desks in our room in the evening, and didn't see a lot of each other otherwise. I thought of asking her to go out to parties, occasionally, but she didn't seem like a real social girl, and to be honest, I thought guys would snicker to see us together. She's like, five feet one, maybe, and I'm five ten and blonde. We'd definitely look like the odd couple!

  Plus, well, she was a nerd. I mean, my friends were definitely not that kind. She had her own friends, nerdy friends, and they hung together as nerds do, I supposed.

  And then, one day in November, when I was undressing for bed one evening, that all changed. Now, if you've ever roomed with someone, you know that you just can't be hiding yourself. Dressing and undressing is something you're going to do several times a day, and it's a small room.

  So I undressed quite naturally, without caring much that Nicole – Nicky – was sitting on her bed reading. I didn't even realize she was paying any attention to me until I reached for my nighty and she said, in her soft spoken, but high pitched voice.

  “You have really nice breasts, Paige.”

  It was said more as an observation than a compliment. I mean, I got that right away, and I also got, and had from the start, that Nicky didn't have a whole lot of social skills. I mean, she didn't try to be insulting, but sometimes she was a little dense about certain things. So I got that she probably didn't realize how weird it was to be naked and have some girl telling you how nice your breasts were.

  They are nice, by the way. I mean, I know they're nice. Every guy whose ever seen them has loved them. And, hey, I've seen myself in mirrors. I know what my body looks like, in other words, and my attractiveness is one of those things I've come to take for granted for quite a while.

  Compliments roll off my back, in other words. I take some pride in the fact I job and swim and do Pilates and keep myself in shape, but for the most part, I'm a winner in the genetic lottery, so try not to get a stuffed head about it.

  I was startled, and turned to look at her, my mouth open a bit. She had her glasses on, because she was reading, but was looking over the tops at me.

  “You have almost perfect breasts,” she said. “They a nice big size, but not big. I mean, if they were big they'd sag.”

  “I exercise,” I said, a little uncomfortably, pulling my nightie over my head.

  In fact, the push-ups, chest flyes and presses, elbow squeezes I did were all designed to firm up my chest muscles. I am a thirty-six C-cup on a fairly slender chest, and I did NOT want saggy boobs.

  “Your whole body is great, in fact,” she said. “You have a great flat stomach, nice hips, a nice ass...”

  I was thinking, like, what the fuck was this, when she came to the point.

  “Could I take your picture? I have to do nudes for my photography course.

  “No way!” I said with a laugh.

  “Please?”

  “I'm not having naked pictures of me floating around!” I said, jumping into bed.

  “These aren't those kinds of pictures,” she said, as if annoyed. “And besides, I don't need to show your face. I don't even need to show any of your body parts in full.”

  She slid out of bed and bent over, picking up a book and coming across to my bed, where she sat and flipped it open. Inside were all kinds of pictures, most in black and white, but a lot in color, of very artistic looking female nudes.

  “The female body is a beautiful thing,” she said. “And you have a great one.”

  “You can take pictures of your own body,” I said.

  “I have.”

  She slid off the bed and pulled over her laptop.

  “I don't need to see them,” I said hastily.

  She opened it anyway, and I saw a picture of the curve of her hip. I saw another with a leg, extended upward. Then there was one in shadow, showing her curved back. They were all quite tasteful, and you couldn't see her face in them.

  “I don't have much in the way of boobs,” she said, which she didn't have to point out. “Your body is more classic from an artistic viewpoint.”

  “Don't they have, like, models for this stuff?”

  “Not really. And I don't know a lot of girls,” she said, giving me this sad eyed look.

  She didn't have much in the way of breasts but she had huge, soft brown eyes.

  “What about your friend April?”

  She made a face.” April is into tattoos.”

  Oh right. I remembered now, and piercings everywhere. Weird girl.

  “I don't know, Nicky...”

  “I'll take pictures, and you can delete any you don't like,” she said, “Any you think are obscene or too graphic or which might identify you.”

  “Well, maybe later..”

  “Why don't I take one now?”

  “I'm in bed!”

  “Well, that's the perfect time since you don't have much clothes on,” she said.

  Which I couldn't really argue with.

  “Your hair is perfect for this too,” she said. “It's full and long and it will hide your face in anything but a direct full-frontal picture.”

  My hair was about four inches past my shoulders, and rich and golden blonde, parted in the middle to spill sideways over my head. And yes, from the side, you couldn't see a thing of my face.

  Grumbling, a little self-conscious, I got out of bed, and then, much more self-conscious, peeled off my nightie. She'd seen me naked before, but this was the first time she was really looking at me, and I felt my face begin to heat.

  “Go to the wall,” she said.

  She led me to the blank cinder-block wall and had me stand with my hands against it and my butt pushed back, my head down so my hair spilled down across my face, and then snapped some pictures from the side. It was weird, but also oddly … arousing, in a way.

  “Hands higher,” she said.

  I raised my hands and she sank lower, moving back, now forward, snapping low, snapping high. I was starting to feel pretty sure I wasn't going to like these pictures and they'd be too revealing!

  But then she plugged the camera into her laptop, and showed me the pictures. Although the room was fairly bright, the pictures were not.

  “I like this one best,” she said.

  That one showed me from thighs to neck, with my arms stretched out. But
the play of shadows meant that, while you could see I was smoothly waxed down below, you couldn't see my pussy at all, for it was in darkness. You could see my breasts from underneath, and just make out my nipples. The area which was best lit was my belly and abdomen.

  “Would your own mother recognize this as you?' she asked.

  “Well, no.”

  And she wouldn't have. None of my previous boyfriends would either. It was a generic female body, one with a really nice stomach and firm breasts. I was relieved, but I still felt a hot little buzz, partly ego-driven at seeing myself like that.

  “You're good with that camera,” I said.

  “I've always had the knack. That's why I'm taking photography.”

  Some of the other pictures focused on my hips and butt from the side, and on the curve of my back upwards – though that showed my ass, too. But again, the pictures were very tasteful and artistic and dimly lit. It was kind of a kick seeing myself like that, to be honest.

  The next pictures she took was a full body shot from behind. I had my nightie around my thighs, my wrists just inside the arms, as if I was about to pull it up, and of course, my face wasn't in view. This one was much brighter lit, and made me a little more nervous, but as she said, no one would look at it and say “Why, that's Paige Munro! I'd recognize that ass and back anywhere!”

  But this naked photography was, as I said, turning me on, which in turn was making me uncomfortable.

  “I have an early class,” I said.

  “That's okay. I just wanted to do some test shots. I'd really like to photograph you in the studio against the proper backdrops and with the lighting just right.”

  “I don't know, Nicky...”

  But of course, there wasn't a lot of reason not to, or at least, I didn't see one, except of course, like I said, I was uncomfortably aroused by it.

  Two nights later she got me into her photography studio in the evening, and locked the doors. The first shot was of me naked, sitting on my heels, leaning forward with my hand on the floor, shot from the side. My arm partially blocked the view of my breast, and my hair blocked the view of my face. There was no shadow, though. The light was quite bright.

  The next shot was again from the side, against a tropical beach background on the wall, with my arms high. Like the earlier time, it was shot from thighs to neck, with my arms raised. Like the first time, it was shot in a way which made it clear I had no pubic hair, but showed nothing. It did, however, show my breasts, completely bare, and in clean, crisp, bright color.

  My face blushed at that, and my mind squirmed at the thought of people looking at it!

  “I could put this on the internet now and not a single person would have a clue this was you,” she said, matter of factly.

  To which I could again not really argue.

  She took a number of shots of me from the back, sometimes sitting down, my face turned away. Sometimes my breasts were visible, sometimes not. It was... strangely exciting, as I said.

  “Now let me try this,” she said. “Cross your wrists together behind your back.”

  I did so, and I felt some soft fabric wrapped carefully around my wrists. I looked back to see her tying a black scarf around them, and felt a hot little jolt of sexual energy.

  “What are...”

  She tied it firmly, then had me lay down on a sort of short, narrow wooden bench which had a duvet across it. I kept tugging at my wrists, feeling a strange, dark thrill at them being tied together, as she placed me on my side, facing away from the camera, and had me shift my wrists around, and roll further over, or further back.

  “Aren't these a little kinky?” I gulped.

  “Female sexuality is replete with images of helplessness and softness,” she said.

  Okaayyyy.

  She got me off the bench and onto the floor, sitting on my heels, and again took shots from the rear, then moved slowly over towards the sides, having me lean forward a bit and brushing the hair down to hide my face.

  She untied me then, and we took a few more shots before we went back to the dorm. I felt aroused still, kind of charged up.

  “How many people see these pictures?” I asked.

  “My teacher, Ms. Conway, and maybe a few of the students in my photography class.”

  “Male students?”

  “Some of them.”

  I gulped and felt a hot little rush of heat.

  “They can see a lot more interesting pictures on the internet,” she said with a smile.

  “Not of me!”

  She laughed softly. “Don't worry. No one will know who the pictures are of. Well, except for April.”

  “April!?”

  “She's in my photography class. And even if I don't tell her she'll know. I mean, she's seen you after all, and she knows I don't know anyone else. Don't worry, she's not gossip.”

  I did worry, but not a lot. My mind was dwelling more on those male students seeing my pictures!

  Things pretty much went back to normal for a month or so, with no more picture requests, then Nicky asked me to take a few more in the photography studio. I said no, but her persistence wore me down so we wound up back there one evening.

  The first thing she did was produce handcuffs, and slap them on my wrists! I gulped, but didn't protest as she took more pictures, again from the rear and side. Then she added these other metal cuffs, with a longer chain linking them. She fastened them around my arms just above my elbows. The chain reached down to the cuffs, and she moved around snapping picture after picture of me, all from the rear, mostly from about hip height.

  “These seem kind of kinky,” I gulped, feeling even more aroused than usual.

  “No, not really.”

  And she insisted on showing me the pictures on her laptop, without removing the arm and wrist cuffs. She was right. They were low level, again because the shadows under and even between my buttocks, along with my hands and the chains, made them not even very revealing, really. That relieved much of the tension I was starting to feel.

  She removed the arm cuffs, but kept the ones on my wrists.

  “Kneel here, Paige,” she said, helping me down onto the floor near the wall.

  She reached into a box and found a collar, an actual collar, like a bondage collar, and slid it around my neck. I was a bit … breathless, and open-mouthed about that, but didn't really think to protest until it was almost buckled in.

  “This is definitely kinky!” I gulped.

  “Wait till you see,” she said calmly.

  She attached a chain to the ring in the front of the collar, then got a small step ladder, and attached another chain to the cuffs around my wrists, leading it up to a hook above. She pulled so that my wrists and arms were pulled up and I was leaning forward. Then she hopped back down.

  She brushed my hair down over my face, and snapped pictures from the side, then more towards the front. Again, she stopped, leaving me in place, and showing me the pictures. You could see a bit of my chin, but that was all. The rest of my head was covered in soft, blonde hair. You could clearly see my breasts, but at the angle the pictures were taken from, you still couldn't quite see my pussy.

  It was a beautiful picture of.. of a girl chained helpless and naked. Of ME chained helpless and naked, and I thought it was incredibly hot! I flushed to see it, and to see how stiff and hard my nipples were in the picture – and still were.

  “Now if you could raise your head a little in the next picture,” she said. “I want your mouth in it.”

  “I don't want anyone recognizing me,” I gulped.

  “They won't.”

  She took something else from the box. It was a black ball with a thin strap going through it.

  “What's this.”

  “Open your mouth. It will help disguise you.”

  I opened my mouth and she pushed it in. It was kind of big, but it was malleable, and she squeezed it to get it past my teeth. Then it fattened up inside my mouth, pushing down against my tongue and up against th
e roof of my mouth. I couldn't close my mouth as she pulled the strap around behind my head and buckled it in place.

  Then she combed my hair out from under it, and set up the camera on a tripod. She moved back and forth between it and me several times, adjusting my hair, and how high I should hold my head.

  “I ant the gag in but nothing identifiable about the model,” she said.

  Which I completely agreed with!

  Then there was a knock at the door.

  I felt a shock run through me, and jerked against the cuffs, my head coming up and twisting wildly around. I stared at her and she made a calming gesture.

  “I'll see who it is,” she said.

  I tried to yell at her to unchain me, but she was already walking to the door! That left me there chained up and naked and unable to even protest! She spoke through the door for a few seconds, too low for me to hear, then she opened the door! I dropped my head low to hide my face, in case whoever it was looked past and was able to see me.

  The door closed, and I looked up and around again, blanching as I realized she was leading someone back into the room! Then I recognized it as a girl, and a moment later as her friend April.

  April was short, like Nicky. She wasn't skinny, and had a pretty nice body, actually. But her right arm was completely covered in tattoos. She had a big tattoo on her shoulder, another on the small of her back, and an eagle on her abdomen. She also had tattoos on her legs.

  Despite all that she was a nerd, like Nicky, who, according to Nicky, mostly played video games for entertainment, and liked to knit.

  They were talking furiously as they approached.

  “... do know you'd be here?”

  “Oh, please, you know very well you've been jealous of me having Paige for a model!”

  “Well it isn't really fair given how hard it is to find models for this assignment.”

  They both stood there looking at me and I dropped my head, face burning with embarrassment.

  “She looks great,” April said.

  “Look at the ones I've taken already.”

  They turned away and looked at the pictures on the laptop, then began to discuss other poses to do, as well as filters and lighting. I looked up, glaring at the two, and tried to speak, but of course, the stupid gag made that impossible.