Sophie, the Naked Slave Girl

The Tuesday started like hundreds of others at the art centre where I worked as a model. I breezed in through the main door, walked down the corridor and into the office.

“Good morning all,” I greeted the office staff.

“G’morning they returned.”

I turned and was about to leave when the Secretary called out, “Oh, Sophie. Just a minute.”

I looked around the door at the slight figure of Margaret, the wiry-haired and bespectacled secretary. “I should have told you last week, but as Harold has his exhibition on for two weeks in Manchester, you’ll have a new instructress this morning.”

“Oh,” I said. “Who is she?”

“Laura Lee from the Godiva Art Academy.”

I was intrigued. I went back inside the room and leaned on the secretary’s desk.

“Isn’t she the one who recently had a great exhibition at the Liverpool Art gallery? Specialises in figure painting in pastel.”

“That’s the one,” confirmed the Secretary. “The newspapers reported that she sold every painting. She’s a good teacher too.”

“Sounds interesting,” I said. “I’ll go up and meet her.

The life class room was on the next floor. As the class had not started, the door was wide open. I walked in and saw a woman, with shoulder length auburn hair, standing with her back to me. As she heard me enter she turned around. Her smile was instantly welcoming so I went over and said, “I’m your model – Sophie.”

Her smile broadened and she held out her hand. She took mine in a very firm grip. “Hello, Sophie. I’m Laura. Very pleased to meet you. As we’ll be working together I think we’d better have a quick chat to sort out what we’re going to do.”

She took my elbow and led me firmly over to the side of the room where there were two chairs.

“Sit down,” she said. I sat and looked into her face. I noticed that she was several inches taller than me. She seemed about 35, and her auburn hair surrounded a very pleasant looking face with a few freckles scattered here and there. I was very attracted to her smile and her firm but very smooth voice. She gave me the impression that she was a person very much in charge. She had a fairly full figure with a generous bust but, as far as I could see, her body was quite firm. I wondered whether she might work out a couple of times a week. Certainly there was nothing fragile about her.

“I understand you’ve been modelling here for almost two years now?”

“That’s right,” I replied.

“Tell me, Sophie, when you’re modelling, what do you try to do?”

“Well, I aim to present the class with a pose that’s interesting to draw. If possible I try to imply some small action in the pose, or present a position of tension.” She looked faintly surprised at my reply. Her eyes widened and a faint suggestion of a smile played at the corners of her generous mouth.

“You obviously take a genuine interest in your work. I’ve known so many models who just stand, or sit or lie down without knowing what effect they are creating. Some look thoroughly bored. She then looked straight into my eyes and asked, “Do you like a nice comfortable position?”

I hesitated a moment before replying. I felt this was a testing question. “Well . . . it partly depends on the length of pose. If it’s only three minutes then it can be fairly uncomfortable; anything longer I try to make reasonably comfortable.” Then, almost as an afterthought I added, “But not too comfortable.”

At those words she seemed to straighten, her brow raised almost imperceptibly and the smile at the corners of her mouth appeared again. “That’s interesting; very interesting.”

We both looked deeply into each other’s eyes and, at that very moment something happened that I really cannot put into words. It was as though a chord had reached out from her mind to mine. A certain chemistry passed between us and I experienced a tangible bond of trust with another woman I had never previously experienced.

Just then a man and a woman came over to speak to Laura and the magic of the moment evaporated. Before she answered their question, she turned to me, lightly touched my arm and said, “We’ll start in a few minutes Sophie. Will you get changed please?”

I went into the changing cubicle almost in a trance. What was it that bound this woman and me so closely together. We’d only just met. As I took off my clothes I remember wondering whether it might be because she was 10 to 15 years older than me; but I rejected that idea. I knew a number of women that would apply to but they did not have the same effect on me as Laura did.

I put on my robe and went out into the room. By now almost every student was arranged either sitting down or standing behind an easel. Laura was sitting on the edge of the podium, and as I walked in her direction she stood up smiling.

She introduced herself to the class and then said, “You all know Sophie who has been your model for some time. I’m going to get her to do a few three-minute poses, then we’ll have a couple of ten minute poses and follow those with a longer one of about 25 minutes. That will take us up to coffee time.”

Previously, taking my robe off and presenting myself nude to the class was something I did almost without thought. There was no embarrassment and it was just a matter of routine. But now, I really wanted to let Laura see me naked. I faced in her direction, took off my robe and went into the first pose. I noticed that she just stood there, absolutely still with her eyes fixed on me taking in every detail of my naked body.

She then made a circuit of the 15 or so students just glancing to see what they had done. “Thank you Sophie. Another pose please.” Again I faced Laura and knelt down with one leg stretched to the side. I had the same effect on her: two minutes looking at me and one minute looking at the students’ work.
For my third pose I lay on the podium with my back arched and my hands spread flat at my sides. Laura slowly walked over to the podium and stood at my feet looking down at my nude body. I was thrilled when she quietly said, “That’s a lovely pose Sophie. You really are good.” I remember thinking I’d do anything for this woman.

For my long pose Laura asked me to sit on the podium with one leg up forming a triangle and the other flat on the podium but bent with my foot under the other knee. This meant that my shaved pussy was on full view to those in front of me. Laura came over to the podium and took hold ofthe leg which was lying flat and moved it further under my other leg. As she touched me I felt a surge of pleasure run up my legs to my crotch. She took one step back and in an almost inaudible whisper said, “Yes, I really do like that.”

When the long pose was over I put on my robe and went into the cafeteria with the others for coffee. On leaving the queue I joined two men and a woman, who were life class students, at their table. Seconds later we were joined by Laura carrying her cup. She sat down and said, “We do have a really lovely model don’t we?” The others agreed. I smiled and thanked them as I blushed a little. We engaged in small talk for about ten minutes, then it was time to resume the session.

I don’t know whether it was the hot coffee or the close presence of Laura, but when I went into the cubicle I was perspiring. I stood there debating with myself. I wanted to impress Laura. I’d have done anything she asked me to do. She obviously liked looking at me naked. I felt that I wanted to feel vulnerable in front of her. Then I had an idea. I always went out of the cubicle wearing my robe until I got on or near the podium. I decided that this time I would take it off and walk out naked. I threw my robe on the cubicle chair, drew back the curtain and quite slowly and deliberately walked across the room. I saw Laura’s eyes as she smiled in my direction. I met her gaze with confidence. She seemed to be feasting on my nakedness.

I had two long poses next and Laura found an excuse to rearrange me slightly in each one. I loved her firm but gentle touch. I wondered whether my pussy, in full view of four or five of the class was enlarging, getting pink and opening. It felt like it but I couldn’t be sure.

When Laura said her last “Thank you, Sophie,” I thought how quickly the time had passed. While all the students were packing away their equipment she came over to me and stood quite close in front of me commenting on my posing and from time to time looked down at my breasts.

“Well, I mustn’t keep you must I?” she said as she glanced at her watch. “You’ll probably want to be getting home.” As I turned she gently stroked my back and said “It’s been lovely working with you Sophie. I shall look forward to next week.”

I took my time returning to the cubicle. I knew she would be looking at my naked back so I tried to wiggle my bottom a bit more than usual as I walked. Getting back home to my flat was the last thing on my mind. I’d have stayed for hours talking to Laura. As I dressed I had a flat feeling of disappointment as I thought I had to pass a whole week before I’d see her again. How could I wait that long before experiencing the magic bond between us once more?

I slowly walked down the flight of steps and out through the double door into the car park. I gave a slight sigh as I looked at my watch to see which bus I would be able to catch. I had almost reached the exit onto the road when I heard a car coming behind me. I moved to the side to give it room to pass but when it came alongside me it slowed down. The driver lowered the window. It was Laura!

“Can I offer you a lift anywhere Sophie?”

The magic took over once more. Can she offer me a lift? You bet! I tried to remain calm as I replied, “Oh, that’s very kind of you Laura. Which way are you going?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Just tell me where you want to go and I’ll take you there. I’m in no hurry.”

I quickly got in the car and she pulled out onto the main road. I told her that I wanted to go to the art shop on the edge of town just over a mile away. “There’s a small pull-in just before it. If you could drop me off there I would be terribly grateful.”

During the short journey I offered her congratulations on her latest exhibition of figure drawings which had been a sell out. I also asked her about the various models she had used. I secretly wondered if they had fallen under her spell as I had done. Soon we were at the pull-in where she stopped. Laura switched off the engine as she finished answering my questions about the other models. “Some of them were mediocre, some were very good.” Then she deliberately turned and looked me straight in the eyes. “But none of them were anywhere near as good as you.” I’m sure I blushed slightly. I looked quickly down. Then I slowly raised my eyes again.

“Thank you, Laura. I’m flattered, but I really enjoyed the class today. Having you in charge seemd . . . somehow, special.”

“You mean you like working with me?”

“Oh yes. I really loved it.”

Laura turned and momentarily looked out through the windscreen as though thinking. Then she returned her steady gaze to me. “In that case, would you like to do some modelling for me at my studio?”

My heart missed a beat – or several beats. I tried to control my voice as I replied, “Oh, definitely. I’d really like to do that. I’d love to be painted by you. I could tell all my friends I’d modelled for the famous Laura Lee.”

She reached forward and lifted my chin in her hand. “You’re sure about that?”

“I’m absolutely positive. When do you want me?”

“It will be in the evening time. Will that suit you?”

“Oh, yes,” I replied. “Just tell me which evening.” I’d have gone if she’d asked me to model at three in the morning.

Laura returned her gaze through the windscreen once more. “Let’s see. Today’s Tuesday. I have a meeting tomorrow evening and I’m having visitors on Thursday evening. Can you manage Friday?”

“Yes,” I replied. I’d have managed any day to be alone with this wonderful woman.

Laura took out a business card and handed it to me. “This is my studio address,” she said. “Can you make it by seven o’clock. . . no, let’s say half past six. That will give us plenty of time. I don’t like rushing things.”

“I can definitely get there by half past six,” I said, the excitement rising inside me at an incredible rate. I’ll see you then. Oh, and thanks very much for the lift. It was really sweet of you.” I suddenly bent forward and before I knew what I was doing I kissed her lightly on the lips. “Bye now!”

I got quickly out of the car wondering whether I had done the right thing in kissing her. It certainly seemed right to me but I wasn’t so sure about Laura. However, my doubts were dispelled as I shut the car door and waved my hand. Laura was beaming at me and she blew me a kiss.

As I floated along the pavement I meditated on her words. “Half past six . . . I don’t like rushing things.” I wondered what things she didn’t like rushing.

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The interval between Tuesday and Friday had never seemd so long to me. I found the wait really frustrating. All I could think about was seeing Laura again.

Eventually, Friday dawned and I was up bright and early thinking that this was the day. I spent half an hour doing some pretty strenuous exercises to tone up my muscles and then more time having a shower, washing and setting my hair, filing and polishing my fingernails and toenails and removing every hair on my body except those on my head. I had to be as near to perfection as possible. I studied my naked figure in my full length mirror on my bedroom door and was quite satisfied with what I saw.

The only thing I wore was my bath robe. After a light lunch I restlessly moved from one small job to another, or idly leafed through magazines looking at my watch every ten minutes or so. Eventually it was half-past four. Two hours to go, but it would take me 20 minutes to walk to Laura’s studio. So I decided to put my make-up on. I consulted a few books on the subject. I didn’t want to look like a tart but I did want to look sexy and attractive.

All this finished, I decided on just one other touch. I went to a drawer where I kept my perfume and took out my favourite, but subtle, aroma. I applied one spot under each breast, another behind each ear and the last right between my legs. Then I took one final look at myself in the mirror and decided to get dressed. I chose the briefest pink silk undies I possessed, my dark brown pleated mini-skirt and a low-necked cream blouse with two very slight shoulder straps. I was finally dressed but, with any luck, I wouldn’t be for much longer.

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Knowing the area well, I easily found the address on Laura’s card. It was a large double-fonted Victorian villa in an avenue of trees. I was ten minutes early but I couldn’t wait any longer. I went up the short flight of stone steps, rang the door chime and waited impatiently. I was rewarded by the figure of Laura opening the door. She was dressed in an off-white and paint-stained artist’s smock but I noticed that she was wearing carefully applied makeup and her short hairstyle was flawless.

I stepped into the large hallway. Laura looked me up and down with a broad smile of obvious approval. I returned it. “You look absolutely gorgeous,” she said. Then she came closer to me, took my face in both hands and kissed me on the lips. It was not a lover’s kiss but firm enought to let me know she cared. The magic between us started working again.

“Lovely to see you again, Sophie. You managed to find me alright?”

“Oh yes,” I replied. “No difficulty at all.”

“Let’s go up to my studio then.” She took hold of my elbow and steered me towards the bottom of a wide staircase . “I use the biggest bedroom in the house as my studio,” she explained .

“I expect you need a lot of space for all your paintings,” I suggested .

“Yes, that’s true. I hate working in a cramped space; I like to be able to spread myself a bit.”

I liked her terminology, and kept hoping.

“Another reason I use the room is that it has a north-facing and very large window which is not overlooked by anyone.”

“Oh, that must be a real bonus,” I said.

She opened the door for me to walk inside. I was totally impressed. The cheerful pink evening light enveloped me. If this had been a bedroom, you could have slept ten people in it. It was almost square and the window at the one end occupied almost half the wall space. The deep red curtains on either side were held back with heavy gold tassels. On another wall was a huge swept gilt-framed mirror which reached well over half way to the high ceiling. It seemed to add extra length to the room. There were several chairs, one of them a maroon Queen Anne with gold trimming . A matching chaise longue stood nearby. Along the bottom of one of the walls was a collection of paintings, some framed, some just on bare canvases. Apart from one cupboard, two shelves containing some very large books, and a low set of narrow pastel storage drawers, the only other items in the room were two easels, one with a large sheet of tinted blank paper on it, and a podium, set in the middle covered with a mattress.

Laura gave me time to look round and take in the whole picture and then said, “Well, what do you think of my studio?”

“I’m overwhelmed,” I returned.” I really do love it. I can imagine it must be heavenly working in here.”

“Yes, I totally agree with you Sophie.”

She then started walking towards another door in the corner of the room.

“This is a walk-in store cupboard that I use to store my costumes. Would you like to see them?”

Costumes! It was just as well she had her back to me. The smile vanished from my face as I automatically followed Laura to the door. Costumes! She wants to paint me in a costume? After all my planning. I suddenly realised that I’d been planning to seduce this woman.

We both went into the small ante-room. There were steel tubes across the room and hooks all around the walls, all hanging with costumes of every sort. And along the skirting board there must have been 20 pairs of shoes. There was a very large wicker basked in the corner out of which bulged an assortment of, what I assumed to be, drapes.

Laura was standing by my side. “You . . . er . . want me to wear a costume?” I queried.

She shot me a quick glance and smiled broadly. “Oh, no. Painting you in a costume? Now wouldn’t that be a gigantic waste? A figure like yours should be put on display.” She was incredulous that I should ask. The tension inside me disappeared.

“No, Sophie. I want to paint you nude. In fact I have something specific in mind. I’m a great admirer of Ingres. I consider that some of his paintings are amongst the greatest ever committed to canvas. Are you familiar with his work?”

I hesitated a little. “Well, I have seen quite a number of his paintings . . .”

“Come over here,” she said moving towards the bookshelves. I followed. She took down a very large, thick book with the name “Ingres” heavily embossed on the cover. I noticed there was a marker in the book. She flipped open the page to reveal a painting of a naked young woman chained to a rock and being rescued by a young man with a lance. I had seen it once or twice before, but now it was to have greater significance for me.

“This is called ‘Roger Freeing Angelica’. Ingres painted it in 1819 and it’s based on a poem by the Italian poet Ariosto. I saw the original when I went to Paris last year and visited the Louvre. It was absolutely stunning! I was rooted to the spot for some 20 minutes before I could move. What do you think of it Sophie?”

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” I exclaimed.

“Notice how her naked body is turned around to face us and her arms stretchd sideways chained to the rock? Her beauty is there for us all to see. She is naked and helpless. See how her head is strained back and her eyes rolling to try to get a glimpse of her rescuer? This is the work of a genius.”

She slowly closed the book and looked at me. “I want to do a pastel painting of you based on that painting. It will be quite simple compared with the work of Ingres of course. I want your wrists tied to a post which often happened to slave girls who disobeyed their masters. I want you to be a naked slave girl.
What do you think, Sophie?”

What a question? I couldn’t have dreamed up anything more sexy and alluring if I’d tried. “Oh, I think that’s an excellent idea,” I said. And I really meant it.

“So you like the idea?”

“I love it!” I replied giving Laura a hug.

“Right then. Get ready to be a slave.” There was nothing I wanted more. I’d be Laura’s slave any day.

She went over to the podium and arranged one of the easels towards the edge. “That should give you plenty of room to pose in the centre,” she said. “The light from the window will be striking sideways across your body throwing your figure into deep relief.”

I approached the podium and kicked off my shoes on the floor. Then I stood on the podium and realised that the thin mattress was quite firm under my feet. Laura just stood there looking at me. I unzipped my mini-skirt and let it drop. Then I pushed the thin straps of my blouse off my shoulders and it ended around my ankles with my skirt. I stepped out of both, slowly bent over, picked them up and threw them on the floor. I then undid the front fastener on my bra, took it off, and with a wide flourish it joined my other clothes. My tiny lacey pants were all that remained. I slowly put my thumbs in the waistband and edged them slowly down. When they were just below my knees I stepped out with my right foot and placed it well to the side. I flicked them off with my other foot and stood completely naked on the podium before Laura.

I looked her squarely in the eyes and asked, “How do you want me?” I tried to put as much meaning into the words as I could.

She joined me on the podium and put her hands on my waist. “Now, if you stand reasonably close to the easel you should be able to hold onto it as though your hands were tied there. She placed my hands where she wanted them and let her hand slide down my arm before going around behind me. She controlled me by taking my hips in both her hands. “I’d like a bit of an “S” shape to the pose. Put most of your weight on your left foot and place the other out to the side.”

Laura then stepped down from the podium and stood looking at me with a smile of satisfaction. In the large mirror facing me I could see myself posing. Everything was on show – just as I wanted. “Oh yes, you look really lovely. I hope I can do you justice,” she said.

She picked up the easel with the paper on it and placed it in front of the podium. I watched her as she worked swiftly in pastel sketching the main elements of the pose. I was absolutely thrilled just standing there knowing she was looking at every intimate part of my nude body. She worked in silence for some 15 minutes and then asked, “Are you warm enough, dear?” I put the heating on well before you arrived. There’s nothing worse for a model than being cold.”

I was anything but cold but I think it was more to do with Laura rather than the temperature. After a further five minutes I felt the muscles in my arms begin to ache slightly. Another five minutes and they were even worse. Laura must have sensed this. “Would you like a break, Sophie? Your arms must be a bit tired by now.”

“Yes, they are a bit,” I replied. She wiped her hands in a large cloth then took a white pastel and walked up onto the podium. She drew a line around my hands on the easel then knelt down and drews a line around both my feet. I felt her hair brushing against my thighs as she did this and I felt an extra warmth rising in my tummy.

She smiled and took hold of my left arm. “Oh yes, your arm is getting a bit cold. Let me warm it for you.”

She started at the top of my shoulder and ran her hands around in little circles right down my arm to my hand. Then she did a series of swift brushing movements up and down the arm. When she started on my other arm I made sure I kept it quite near to my side so that as she moved her hands up and down they brushed the side of my breast. I’m sure she enjoyed the sensation as much as I did. She gave me the faintest of smiles and then went behind me. She placed her strong hands on the tops of both my arms and again circled her hands around right down my arms, this time lightly brushing both my breasts with her fingertips as she did so. I could feel her clothes touching my back when she placed her hands on my hips, fingers pointing downwards. She slid her thumbs around the front of my hips and deliberately held me in a firm grip. I closed my eyes and heard her low voice very close to my ear. “How’s that? Are your arms better now?”

My voice croaked slightly as I replied, “They are fine now, thank you Laura. You really seem to have a magic touch.” I wanted her to know that her efforts were appreciated. Then an idea suddenly occurred to me.

“Laura,” i wonder whether my arms would ache less if you actually tied them to the easel? I wouldn’t have to grip anything”

She held her chin in her hands for a few moments as she considered this. “That’s an excellent idea Sophie. Now why didn’t I think of that? I can see you’re not just a pretty face; you have ideas as well.” Oh, I had ideas all right. I was just hoping she’d be able to share them.

She went over to the cupboard and returned with a length of thin blue rope. First of all she tied my wrists together and then, placing my hands within the marks she had made, tied them firmly to the easel. Gripping my left leg she placed it in the footprint she had drawn near the easel, then she guided my right foot into the other. I noticed her cheek brushed the outside of my thigh as she did so.

Laura went back to her easel “How long do you take to complete a life drawing?” I asked.

“Generally about an hour-and-a-half to two hours,” she replied. “Any background work I can complete in the studio without the model.”

Again she worked swiftly for a while but then her movements became less sweeping and smaller. I realised that she must be putting in some detail. Thirty minutes later my arms were fine but my leg bearing most of my weight was starting to feel the strain.

“Another break?” asked Laura, once again wiping her hands. I readily agreed.

“How are your arms now?”

“My arms seem OK,” I replied. It’s my legs that are beginning to ache now.”

Once more she joined me on the podium. Without a word she knelt down in front of me. She gripped my left leg, just above my ankle, between both her hands and started the circling movements just as she had done before with my arms. Slowly she made her way up my leg. When she got to my knee she ran her fingers deeply into the muscles behind it. That felt good to me and I felt the warms run up my legs again. She continued up my thigh and increased the kneading of my muscles. Soon she was almost up to my shaved pussy and I felt the brush of her fingers against the bottom of my vulva. She repeated all this with my other leg, then brushed her hands swiftly up my legs occasionally making firm contact with my pussy as she did so. By the time she had finished I realised she was beginning to turn me on – and I was enjoying every minute of it.

We went into the third session. “I must say you are an excellent model,” stated Laura. “Not only just to look at, but you hold the pose so well.” By the end of that session I was beginning to ache in all sorts of places. Laura was sympathetic to the fact.

“We’ll have another break now,” she announced. Would you like a coffee to relax you?”

“I’d love one,” I replied.

“Sugar and milk?”

“Please.”

Laura went over to the shelves near the wall and switched on an electric kettle. When she returned she untied my hands. “I expect you’re beginning to ache everywhere by now,” she said. I agreed, and stretched my arms high above my head. I stood on tip-toe and wiggled my hips from side to side. Laura took in every movement with what seemed like appreciation.

Then she went over to the cupboard and returned with a tin of talcum powder. “Lie down on the edge of the podium and I’ll give you a quick massage.” I needed no second bidding. I was lying on my tummy in a flash.

Laura poured out some talc on her hands, rubbed them together and then started kneading the muscles on the tops of my shoulders. The feeling was very relaxing and I could sense the tension ebbing away. Her firm hands moved down my back. She spread her fingers and worked both thumbs up my spine, then her hands moved around to my sides as though taking my body in a firm hold. I could feel her fingers probing my ribs as she worked her way down to my waist then around my hips circling under my bottom and up the cleavage between. There was a pause. She spread her right hand flat on my buttocks and swiftly moved them sideways in both directions. The wiggling effect was fantastic; it was as though she was applying an electric shock between my legs and I knew she was deliberately trying to turn me on. She was succeeding too! Her fingertips brushed the lips of my vulva as she moulded my inner thighs and then right down to my feet which she plied with her strong fingers.

At that point the kettle gave out a long whistle and Laura went over to make the coffees. She brought them back and placed them on the far side of the podium.

Once more she knelt by my side. “Now, turn over and I’ll finish you off.” I instantly obeyed. Again she poured talc on her hands and rubbed them together. She started to work quite gently on the muscles on the sides of my neck quite near my ears, the same circling movements that engendered such pleasure in me. Then she massaged the top of my chest with left to right movements and tapping movements with her fingers. She then moved her hands right across to the edges of my chest and down my ribs to my waist. She touched her wrists together as her hands flattened out on my upper tummy and then pushed upwards covering my breasts which she kneaded in strokes upwards and outwards. She also pressed my nipples between two fingers and squeezed them making them stand out erect.

My feelings of sexual gratification were nothing compared to the effect of the next move she made. After twice circling my tummy, she touched her thumbs together and, with considerable pressure, moved her hands down over my smooth pubic area, down over my opening vulva and onto my thighs. After taking hold of my ankles and deliberately moving them further apart, she continued up my legs making great play between my open thighs. I felt pangs of pleasure shooting from my crotch to every part of my body. I was really becoming sexually aroused. I’d never known anything so intense before.

Laura then bent over me and kissed me lightly on my tummy. “How do you feel now, darling?” I arched my back and stretched my arms above my head.

“Unbelievably sexy!” I said quite shamelessly.

“Good!” she retorted. “I’m going to put the finishing touches to my painting now, and I want you to look like a really sexy slave.” She handed me my coffee. As we drank we just sat and looked at each other hardly saying a word but deeply conscious of what was passing between us.

Laura returned the cups and then went back to the podium. “Right, slave, let’s tie you up again,” she said smiling.

I looked directly up into her face. “Yes please,” I said. She playfullt kissed me on the forehead and returnd to her easel. It was as she was doing this that I once again caught sight of myself posing. I could clearly see my vagina lips thrusting out from between my legs. I could also see a glint of moisture on them. I remained in this high state of arousal until eventually Laura announced “I think that’s it. I’ve finished.” She wiped her hands again and stood back from the easel to regard her work.

She came over to me and untied my hands. “Would you like to see my naked slave girl painting?”

“You bet! I’d love to. I can hardly wait.”

I hurried over and reached it before Laura. I stood in front of the easel and gazed in admiration. “Wow! What a painting.” Although it had a photographic quality that revealed every detail, it was also painterly to the eye. “That is really astonishing. What do you think of it Laura?”

She came around the easel and stood behind me looking over my shoulder. “Frankly I think it’s the best figure drawing I’ve done so far. You inspired me Sophie. That is what I’d call a really sexy slave girl.” She gave a little laugh.

“I’d say it’s a really sexually aroused slave girl,” I replied. “Do you approve?”

She moved slightly closer and rested her hands on my waist. “Oh yes, I certainly do approve. I approve utterly.” She moved her hands across my tummy and her fingers touched.

“Then that makes us unanimous – darling.”

Laura moved her hands upwards over my breasts and held them cupped in her hands. Once again she held my nipples between her strong fingers and squeezed. Her sexual lightning flashed through my body again. I groaned as I arched my back and deliberately pushed my breasts firmly into her caressing hands. She alternately squeezed and released them. Realising the extent of my sexual enjoyment, she reached around further with her left hand and caressed my right breast. Then her free hand moved swiftly down my body and between my open legs. With two fingers she traced small circles between the open wet lips of my vagina. I gasped in ecstasy and moved my head back to rest on her shoulder and face her. Her head moved around to seek out my lips and we kissed our first lovers’ kiss. We then eagerly faced each other. She put her arms around my back and I flung my arms upwards around her neck. I pulled her down onto my mouth and our tongues danced an electrified erotic dance twisting and twirling like sexual dervishes.

Then Laura did something which took me completely by surprise. She broke away from my grasp, put one hand behind my waist and the other behind my knees and lifted me up bodily into her arms. I only turn the scales at a little over eight stones but I was still amazed at her strength. She carried me over to the podium and sat me on one corner.

“Lie down” she ordered as she looked down at me and started to unbutton her smock. Within seconds she flung it to the side and I saw she was completely naked underneath. She had a firm body and bust with muscles which showed rather more than the average woman. I was impressed. She knelt down between my ankles near the corner of the podium and our warm bodies met as she moved up to kiss me. Again our tongues intertwined urgently and we both gasped as the erotic tides swept through us both. She moved down to my breasts and her lips sought out my nipple. Her mouth encompassed more of my breast as she pressed it into my flesh and sucked hard on my nipple. I groaned and panted as my breasts rose and fell as I gasped for breath.

After giving my other breast the same treatment she moved downward with her tongue in little licking motions. When she arrived at my navel her tongue moved round in quick circles as she licked my naked skin. Then she held her mouth close as she blew on the moist patch. The result was incredible and my head moved from side to side in sheer ecstacy. I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand.

As Laura’s mouth moved lower over my smooth pubic area, her kissing and licking took on a new urgency and then her thick strong tongue drew a line right down over my wide open vagina lips. I felt as though my groin was on fire, but she continued to press her lips and tongue all around the area. She then put the tip of it between the lips of my vagina and made rapid movements with it from side to side as it moved upwards. My back arched and my legs spread ever wider. This woman was doing magic things to me. She took my enlarged sexual lips right inside her mouth in a passionate kiss then her tongue darted inside me then back out. In again, then out and so she kept going finally ending up inside me flailing about like some wild animal. By now the juice was pouring out of me and I was almost beside myself.

Then Laura suddenly pounced on my clitoris and took it into her mouth where she continued to suck it and move her tongue around it. Finally she used just the tip of her tongue and licked my clitoris at an amazing speed and, as she did so, it seemed as though something exploded inside me and I felt the juice shoot out and run down between my legs. I was panting almost uncontrollably and my breasts were heaving as I realised that I has experienced my first orgasm.

I never realised it could be like that with another woman. Gradually my breathing returned to normal and Laura came up and looked me in the face. She was panting slightly too. I wondered if she also had had an orgasm.

I smoothed her hair and the side of her face with my hands. “Thank you darling. That was wonderful. You certainly know what to do with a naked girl.”

She smiled. She let her nude body rest on mine and it rekindled my desire once again. I lifted my legs and coiled them around her body, crossing my ankles and holding her close. She moved her body rythmically between my legs. It was happening again. I clasped her close in my arms. I uncrossed my ankles, spread my legs wide open and wrapped my arms firmly around her.

“Take me again darling! I pleaded.

I arched my back and pushed my hips up to meet hers.

“After all, I am your naked slave girl.”

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