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The next day you arrived at my studio precisely on time. I sensed an apprehension, or perhaps simply nervousness at being in front of your teacher. I asked you if you had ever modeled before. You answered that not only had you never modeled but you were not very comfortable being nude. I decided we should chat a bit before the session and tried to put you more at ease.
"There will be no one, other than myself, in the studio at any time when you are posing. We will work in two-hour shifts and you can call for a rest whenever you feel the need. I have a commission I am to complete in the next few weeks, so you will be holding approximately the same pose during all the sittings. The pose requires an erotic stance involving rope bondage. We will not use the rope in the early stages but it will be required in the final sittings. If you are not comfortable with this attitude I will have you model some short poses."
You started to blush and then asked me to show you the pose before you give your answer. I instructed you to stand, clasp your hands together, reach over your head, and arch your back. "I will have your hands tied to a pillar behind you, and your hips forward. We will have to try different positions of the legs before I know which I want to use for the carving."
You continued to blush but bravely stated, "OK, let's try this, may I call it all off if just can't cope?"
"Of course, you may, and don't worry I will not be upset. The fault is mine, I am so accustomed to having naked women around that I forget some do not find it natural nor are at ease being studied in the nude."
You undressed behind the screen and emerged wearing the kimono I had left for you. I placed you on the podium and asked you to drop the robe. I was transfixed by the beauty and sensuality of your body. The soft, yet strong, curves and the perfect proportions worked together with your naturally erotic stance to truly astound me. Your full round breasts stood high on your chest without any droop. Your waist was unbelievably narrow and toned by exercise. Your ample hips and gently protruding mound encouraged thoughts of endless pleasure. Perhaps you suspected the effect your body produced and were frightened by the possible consequences. But you were too extraordinary for me to allow you to slip away. I was positive that I would render your beauty in plaster, stone, or wood.
"Don't move!" I commanded, as I quickly started drawing. "You are perfect for this piece. If you can hold the pose we will be done in no time." You seemed to accept my orders and I madly worked to translate your sensuality to paper. An hour later you asked for a rest, and I suddenly became aware that I had given you no pauses. As you sat and massaged your tired muscles I told you how inspiring you were.
"If you can stand it I will start the sculpting tomorrow. If we could do some detail drawings this afternoon then I will be ready for you tomorrow."
Again you acquiesced quietly and we returned to work. Late in the afternoon I sent you home. I was thrilled by the results of the day and started to put all in place for the sculpting the next morning.
When you arrived the second day I was already at work roughing out the forms. "Today you will pose in short sittings as I often will not need you as I carve. Relax, get a coffee and be ready when I call you."
Most of the day you watched as I carved the plaster. The chips flew and the dust covered me as I ground down the shapes. Periodically I would ask you to pose, and you could see me scrutinizing every curve and sinew in your body. Sometimes you could feel my gaze on your pubic area and you would blush. The feeling was both disturbing and erotic, and you started to think of all the stories of artists and their models.
Finally I called you to look at the progress of the work. "You are an exceptional model! Your sensuality is perfect for this piece. You inspire such salacious emotions that everyone seeing it will feel your heat. Tomorrow we will have to use the rope and get the details right. I believe we might be able to finish in a day or two."
The third day you came to the studio you sensed a difference in my attitude. You knew the pose you would take and the aches you would feel as a consequence, yet you were pleased with the progress of the carving. You were proud to be the inspiration for a piece that had so much power and emotion. I barely greeted you as you undressed and climbed the podium. You noticed my absorption in my work and felt a pull of jealousy. I approached to tie your hands over your head and gently pushed your shoulders as low as possible.
Feeling my hands on your bare skin was new and upsetting. We had never been intimate and you were not comfortable being touched by others. Yet somehow the strength of my hands and the purpose of the touch electrified your body. I returned to work and you could hear my intensity. You dared not move for you knew today was crucial. The piece had advanced to where the expression and details creating the tone would be added. You heard me stop and approach the podium. My hands were on your hips adjusting the tilt. You shivered and drew a deep breath to keep from exclaiming your surprise. No man had taken such liberties. I pushed on your spine and lifted your hips to increase the curve of your back and give the form a more submissive characteristic.
You felt my right hand lifting you by the back of your left thigh as my left pushed on the center of your back. The fingers of my right were almost touching your seam. You fought to control yourself. You wanted to leap off the podium and run from the room. But you heard my voice calmly telling you that you are beautiful and that if you could hold that position for a few more minutes the work would be perfect. The heat of my fingers burning into your thigh and back seemed to give you the strength to do as I asked. You breathed deeply to control your emotions while I walked back to the work.
Minutes passed that felt like hours, your body began to tremble but you heard no release. You thought of the feeling of my hands on your flesh and wondered how I could touch you so easily and return to work. The sounds of my carving continued and you heard me mumbling. Again I approached and lifted your shoulders. "You are wonderful, my dear." I told you, "but you need to really feel what it means to be a submissive for us to finish this piece. Come with me I will show you."
I led you by the rope to a small bedroom off the studio. The room was almost dark because of the velvet curtains on the window. I made you kneel on the soft rug and tied your arms in the same position as the pose. I asked you to remain in that attitude and submit to my whims. "If I overstep your personal boundaries you are to simply say the name "Degas" and I will cease."
You didn't really understand but acquiesced. Suddenly you felt my hands on your derriere again but this time there is no adjusting of position only caresses of a very intimate sort. You were surprised and almost cried out your objections, yet the warmth and softness felt calming. My hands knew where they were going and felt your flesh as if they were another pair of eyes. You sensed them outline the muscles and bones, searching for shapes and attachments.
Slowly you became accustomed to their feel and heat. I circled your buttocks and slid up and down your inner thighs. My fingers glided along the cleft of your derriere and kneaded your cheeks. You felt the exploration but also the caresses. No one had ever touched you so intimately without demanding their own satisfaction but you didn't believe this would be asked. You were not comfortable but you believed you could endure. Suddenly my hand cupped your most intimate place and your hips leapt away but my other hand pushed you back.
"I can't take this," you thought but you did not say the word. You were aware of my fingers tracing the outline of your vulva touching it like the petals of a rose. You submitted not knowing what would come next, trying to compose your mind and remain calm. You flattened your belly against the rug as my fingers moved towards the front of your womanhood. The caresses were soft and knowledgeable imparting a warm glow to that region. My touch was light and you pushed your hips up to increase the contact but I simply backed away.
Suddenly I pulled you by the rope tying your hands and leading you back to the studio with my other hand on your sex. "If you pose correctly I will return and we will finish the caresses." I stated as I placed you on the podium. You knelt, arched your back, pushed up your hips, and thought of the soft touch of my fingers while I carved the beauty of your submission.
You began to tire and hoped for a rest but I only commanded, "Don't move, five more minutes and you can rest a bit!" I continued to work and left you many more than five minutes before finally releasing you.
"Stretch a bit and come back quickly, we have much work to do." You walked around the studio without putting on the kimono. I realized there had been a change in your demeanor, but I wanted you in the pose again. I called you back to work and became absorbed in my craft for the rest of the day.
As the studio darkened I realized I must let you stop. I went to you and took you by the rope to the little room again. I placed you on the bed, on your back with your hands secured to the headboard. "Remember, my dear, if I ever overstep your bounds just say Degas. Now relax and let me release your tensions."
You felt my hands exploring again. Softly looking into your body with my fingers. I started at your shoulders and kneaded the tired muscles. I caressed your neck and face with the touch of a feather, tracing the outlines of your mouth, eyes, and ears. You experienced my lips touch your upper chest as my hands outlined your breasts. You breathe more deeply as the circles became smaller but never touching that sensitive center.
The circles widened and then diminished yet still never touching the hub. You tried to let go and allow the sensations to take over but you were still too new at this to be at ease. Abruptly you felt my mouth on your left nipple and your hips rose off the bed as you cried out your surprise and desire. I gently sucked the sensitive nub while rubbing the sides with my fingers. I alternated from left to right breast until both nipples were stiff and red. I noticed a crimson flush spreading on your chest and knew I must venture south. You were finally becoming lost in the sensations and letting your body take over your mind.
As I continued to lick and nibble your nipples my hands slid over your belly to find your womanhood. My fingers parted the fur to find moisture coating your nether lips. I gently spread the wetness along your seam, coating you from your puckered hole to the start of your slit. You began to move against my fingers making little noises in the back of your throat. Every time my fingers passed the center of your opening they would become soaked in your honey, I continued to spread this nectar with the lightest touch possible. My mouth never left your nipples, feeling the hard nubs against my lips and the crinkled aureole's texture on my tongue.
I could hear your breathing increase and see your chest rise with each intake. My fingers found your protruding clit and I softly flicked it sideways. You threw your legs wide and pushed your hips against my hand. I let two fingers sink into your core feeling for the roof of your inner heat. As my thumb circled your clit my fingers curled toward the same spot but from inside and my teeth lightly bit your left nipple. You went rigid and released a long high wail as I felt your cunt rhythmically squeezed my fingers. I didn't move as I let the pulses surge through your body. Bit by bit they subsided and you relaxed.
I disengaged my fingers and softly kissed your eyes. "Will you pose again for me tomorrow?" I asked when you had finally calmed. "Only if you will make love to me right now, as you have all day to that piece of plaster. I want you deep inside me, I want you to want me!" you answered.
I kissed you deeply and quickly removed my clothes. For the first time you saw the purest compliment to your sexuality, my blood engorged manhood throbbing in anticipation. Words were not necessary as you saw that I desired you. I could barely restrain my yearning to plunge my prick into your hot cunt in one thrust. I slid onto your body and let the sensation of your skin and heat permeate my soul. Again I kissed you and caressed your left breast. The head of my cock could feel the moist curls of your mound. My hips began moving in hopes of finding the entrance without my moving the rest of my body. I wanted to remain in contact with your succulent erotic physique from my lips to my toes.
You lifted your hips and suddenly we were joined! As I slipped deeply into your core we both sighed. I wanted to stay there forever but our hips commenced their own dance. They worked together, in rhythm, to find the pleasure they had been denied these past three days. I lost control and simply let the sensations flow over my whole being. My only concern was whether you were dancing to the same tempo. You pulled your feet up to your buttocks and shoved your hips against mine in a way that convinced me to stop worrying.
We moved in synch with rising fury. My mind went blank as the power of our lust controlled me. I became lost in swirling images of your ass, your breasts, your belly, your thighs, your mouth, your hips, and as I saw your luscious mound I exploded my yearning deep into your belly. You screamed once "MORE!" and I continued to thrust. Only a few moments and you screeched your release also. I sustained the tempo for three or four seconds and then collapsed onto your chest.
I slowly disengaged and untied your hands, "My dear, if we continue to work together the only creation I will generate will be so erotic I will be shown only in X-rated galleries." You laughed and simply said, "See you tomorrow."
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