A woman at an art studio who is tied up and used for sexual and artistic inspiration. (Text only)

In my dream, I was at some sort of art college and showed up for a life drawing class. I was the only one who showed up and when I came in there was a white screen with a bright light behind it and the silhouette of a naked woman behind it

I sat down to draw the silhouette but it kept moving a little fast for me to keep pace and I was also starting to get ticked off that there was no teacher around. 

Finally, I said to myself “Who am I kidding, I’m not an artist”, and suddenly I heard a voice behind the screen which said, “that’s okay I’m not really much of a model.”

“No you’re beautiful,” I insisted to the unseen person. “I’m just not good at drawing.” 

“Actually, I’m not a model at all I just came in to change my clothes,” said the silhouette, “But I can’t seem to find them.”

It was then that I walked behind the screen and saw you and your beautifully naked body.

You looked slightly concerned. “I’m not sure where they went.”

I bent over to look for your clothes among the fabric on the floor and your breast lightly touched my cheek. I had been trying hard to be a good boy but now I couldn’t resist. I touched your face, looked into your eyes, and gave you a long kiss. “You know what, we can find them later.”

Our lips touched and a deep warmth spread over our bodies. The shape of your lips against mine was perfect and the supple way you yielded to my advances and then gently explored my tongue with yours made me realize that you were no ordinary woman.

My kisses started moving downward as I explored the softness of your skin. You purred when kissed your neck softly, then twitched as I moved downward, licking your nipple while I cupped the other with my hand. 

Soon I was on my knees with my hands on your lovely female butt.  I was slowly kissing your upper thighs, and around your bikini line, teasing you and enjoying the wonderful softness of your skin. The room still smelled like paint and art, but I knew my creative artwork was yet to come.

Finally, I kissed you between your legs and you shuddered slightly. I knew I had you. With the entire width of my tongue, giving you a long lick that separated your lips and allowed me to taste the delicacy of your womanhood. You grabbed my hair and pushed me into you, humping my face.

I pulled away. “You lack the patience and the discipline of an artist, I’ll have to do something about that.” 

I found a long silk rope, tied your wrists and tossed it over the open ceiling beam, and tied it to the coat hanger on the wall.

There you stood, totally naked in the room, arms above your head. Completely helpless.

“Now we can start,” I said. I found a package of new brushes and opened them. I wouldn’t need any paint for my art.

I went over to you and slowly began running the brushes over your skin. Different sizes and widths to tease you. I smiled every time you twitched. I continued making eye contact and I could see you turning into a quivering mass of desperate horny woman.

My brush lightly touched your clitoris and I watched as a trickle of wetness ran down your leg.  I gave you a big kiss and pressed my hand against you.

“You’re really wet,” I said. “Now you’re getting ready. Have you learned patience yet?”

You nodded slightly with horny desperation in your eyes.

Are you ready for my hard cock inside you?

“yes”

“I didn’t hear you?”

“Yes Sir!”

“I am an artist and everything has to be right for my art. I can cut you down right now and dismiss you – or I can finish my art with you. What will it be?”

“I’ll do anything you ask Sir.”

“You’re talking about the ultimate creative art.  Using the tools of human creation themselves. But I need to prime my tool first. And you will help me. You will follow exactly my rhythm or else I’ll look for my muse somewhere else. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” you said. 

I approached you naked – my cock erect. Your left leg thigh is already soaking in your juices. I grab your ass and hoist you on my cock – your arms sill tied up to the ceiling.

“Look at me while I’m doing this!” You stared in my eyes as I entered. I stopped and teased you and watched your eyes grow wider – desperate for me to continue. 

Finally I was ready. I slide back in and begin driving into you in perfect rhythm, your hips rotating with the thrusts. 

I feel that you’re incredibly wet. I watch your pupils widen as you take in the scene, my rhythm, the smell of the paint, the feeling of your wrists being tied and also the fact that you’re being taken, totally and completely by an absolute stranger. How did I get you into this?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the feeling of your orgasm building. I sense the change in your body and adjust my rhythm to yours. You feel my grip on your ass tighten as your tighten your grip on my cock. The wave hits you and you go with it, feeling me stop and press hard into you at just the right moment as you crest. You hear your voice scream and echo through the studio – so loud that it can even be heard on the street below.

Every muscle grips and comes together then releases. You feel like a rag doll as your full weight descends against my arms.

“That’s my Naughty Girl.” I said staring into your eyes. “I’m ready for you now. Are you ready to become my art?”

Quivering, you nodded your head and said yes. With a flick of my wrist I cut the silk rope above you and let you down on the floor. “On your knees and tilt your face towards me.”

Like any art, I need to document this. I find a professional looking camera on one of the tables and take it into my hands. 

Gripping your hair with my other hand I move my hard cock towards your mouth.

“Open wide,” I say.

You do as your told and your mouth fills with me. I ask you to look up at the camera and take a photo of your beautiful face filled with my manhood. I turn the camera towards you so that you can see.

“They say art is beauty and there are few things more beautiful than my cock in your gorgeous mouth.”

You agree, feeling your wetness begin to drip to the floor. There’s something so raw about the moment that it’s intensity is beyond compare. 

I slide my cock over your face, and take a few more shots, the beauty of the moment still every present. 

But this is merely a warm up to the art I really want to create. I slide back into your mouth again and stroke my shaft. You can tell I’m getting ready to cum. 

“Mmmm you’re a good girl,” I say. “This will be magnificent’”

There’s something so primitive and animalistic about my stroking. You make a sound of approval which surrounds my cock with a beautiful vibrational humming. I’m close.

“Ok, look up at me.”

You do as your told. My cock and the camera fill part of your vision, but make eye contact. My wild staring eyes begin to hypnotize you while you wait, heart pounding, for the warm splashing against your face.  

“Here it comes.”, I tilt your head back as pulses of my hot cum start shooting across your cheek. First on one side and then the other. My abstract work is taking shape. You continued looking up at me as I began my big finish.

With force and volume I paint those beautiful lips of yours with my essence as the camera hums and rolls. You feel it begin to drip down towards your chin in several places.  You can tell I’m spent but the camera continues to capture my art as decorates the beautiful canvas that IS your face. 

You feel vulnerable but excited – the warmth of my essence giving you a sense of security. 

You reflect on my lust, my passion for you, your body, your face, your eyes, and the fact you’ve now been made immortal … through my art.