Date: Wed, 9 Apr 03 23:22:18 +0100
From: melanie.kay <melanie.kay@ntlworld.com>
Subject: 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 ^ĚRoger 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."