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Story title : Sophie - the Naked Slave Girl

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Sophie - the Naked Slave Girl (FF, mast, bd, bi)
by Melanie Kay (melanie.kay@ntlworld.com)

***

A young artist's model falls for an older woman who 
is the instructress of her art class.

***

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 classroom 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 of the 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 
seemed... 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 
seemed 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 bathrobe. 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-fronted 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 enough 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 lounge 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 anteroom. 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 stretched 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 drew 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 tiptoe 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 playfully kissed me on the forehead and 
returned 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 ecstasy. 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 rhythmically 
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."

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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