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.

~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~

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."