Over the years I've had the opportunity...no... the privilege of painting the most exquisite canvases, but Kay was the most unique and challenging.
I remember her sashaying into the room with that 'All that and a bag of chips' attitude. I knew from simply looking at her that she'd never had to beg, never had to work at getting any man to do her bidding. She was perfection personified and she knew it, from her deep raven locks to her dainty feet and all the space in between.
He, of course, was not just 'any Man'. He was Master/Dom/Top and by the end of this adventure, He would skillfully bring out her true self, the one she kept locked away from the world. Time, always the great teller, would be judge.
I am, if anything else, patient. I knew my talents could take that haughty defiant girl and change her down to her very soul. We each had a gift, and mine was breaking spirited girls. It was funny really because when you looked at me you saw something serene, even benign, but in His hands I came to life and that serenity transformed to maliciousness.
I listened to their verbal exchange and watched her attempt at control and seduction as she turned to Him, crimson lips curling into a seductive smile, her body practically leaping out of the short tight skirt and equally tight tank top as she sauntered up to Him. She knew from incalculable previous encounters that she could melt the male gender with this particular display. Purring, "Oh Robert, now this is interesting and all but I thought we were going out." The smile replaced by a well-practiced pout as her stormy eyes met His and her nimble fingers played upon His chest.
His chuckle rolled across her flesh, His eyes dancing with sin. "Now, Kay, I didn't say a word about going out and you know it. You said you were interested. Have you changed your mind?"
Her pout took on a genuine quality, as she said, "No, I've not changed my mind, I just thought we were going out, is all." She shrugged porcelain shoulders and glanced around the room, her eyes lighting on me several times.
I knew this was probably the first time in her life that her seduction had failed. It was profoundly imprinted on her face and in her body language.
"Good, then we can get started," He said, His lips curling into the sin-laden smile I knew so well. He took hold of her arm, just above the elbow and guided her deeper into the room moving her to the very center where leather cuffs and chains hung from the ceiling.
She gasped as she looked up and noticed them. She started to tremble, and from my vantage point, I couldn't quite tell if it was real or drama. I decided on drama as she spun on Him, her voice no longer the seductress, "Don't you even think about putting those awful looking things on me Robert."
He laughed, "Kay, you said you were interested. Now, if you've changed your mind, fine, but can you honestly tell me right now you're not the least bit curious."
Unwilling to be bested by any man, especially Him, she stood up straighter and with a challenging defiant look lifted her arms toward the cuffs. I could tell she wanted this on her own terms, and knew from experience that was not the case. He was in control after all.
His smile warmed slightly, "Good girl. I knew you couldn't resist, now strip. Show Me what you've been attempting to hide all night with those minimal scraps of material Kay."
Her eyes widened and I could tell she was close to telling Him off when she made an exasperated noise, "Fine, nude it is then, Robert" as she stripped unceremoniously out of her restrictive clothing and tossing what little there was to the side.
I was in awe. She was a marvelous porcelain creature completely untouched by the sun. She sported generous breasts, nice flat stomach, cleanly shaved sex and lean well muscled legs. At this point I hadn't the pleasure of seeing her ass, but I could guess it was as perfect as the rest of her.
He brought me a most delicious canvas.
He watched her strip revealing all the advantages of her genetic makeup. His eyes simmered with lusty sin as He moved around her slowly, taking in every detail. Stopping close behind her, whispering huskily against her ear, "Perfection Kay, and by the end, you will be a Goddess."
"Yes, well, we'll see about that Robert," she said haughtily as she raised her arms once more, taking that first tentative step through the door.
He silently manipulated the leather and encased her elegant wrists stretching her just enough that she had to push up slightly onto the balls of her feet. With her arms up, her breasts rose and became even more tempting, not only to me but Him as well. Her rose colored nipples jutted out, practically begging to be plucked, sucked or otherwise tormented, and He did just that. Taking her turgid nipples between His strong fingers He pinched and rolled them, watching her the entire time. She held His gaze steadily, defiance brewing in the storm.
He listened for her reaction as He intensified the pressure on her nipples, waiting for the customary 'ouch', gasp or even scream. She held her own, not letting Him know that it was indeed quite painful or perhaps quite arousing, but in the end she did relent, as they all did, and let out a hiss between clenched teeth.
He smiled wickedly as He heard the hiss and slowly released her aching nipples. She gasped as the blood flowed freely once more, "Damn it Robert...that hurt!"
"Oh, Kay, I'll bet it made you wet. Should we see?" His voice chiding as He moved His hand between her thighs seeking the heat and wetness He suspected was there.
