The Artwork

trigger warning: This story revolves around implications/glorification of mental health/depression themes, if that subject does not interest you this story will not interest you. Please proceed with caution as some imagery/language may be considered 'distasteful'.

language: breast/breasts/ass/pussy/clit/dick/Sir/Darling/Angel/Good Girl/Good Girl Praise/she her love interest/self harm trigger/self harm implication and glorification/scars/

tags: lesbian/domination/submission/romance/lovey-dovey/honeymoon/drama/foreplay/photography/

The Artwork

Ch. 1. Campbell's Project

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what? How am I looking at you?"

She took a step towards me, "Like you're expecting something of me, your eyes are begging for something."

A strand of her hair daintily fell in front of her eyes as leaned down and took a peek behind the camera, turning around to look at me again.

"Well I'm sorry, I can't help it if my eyes are just naturally perfect for convincing."

Her lips pursed as she studied me and the way the white light reflected off of my skin. She strutted towards the windows, her heels clacking loudly, and lowered both of the blinds to half-drawn to block the white cloud-light.

When she walked it caused a thudding echo to bounce through the half-empty room. She looked behind the camera and began fiddling with the small adjustment knobs.

While she was refocusing the settings I observed my surroundings which consisted of a folding table stacked with folders and magazine pages, cardboard boxes and leather cases took up the floorspace filled with various camera equipment and photographs, a well-loved pink armchair, and the main background set in the middle of the room.

I took a long drag of the kool I was finishing and asked her, "So... any idea how much longer they're pushing back the date?"

She took another peek behind the camera and adjusted some knobs, "That's better," she muttered to herself.

"They're taking a while aren't they? You've dedicated nearly a year to this project already, haven't you?"

"It's not really them at this point, it's the artists. We can't hit our deadlines to save our lives, which is why I need you to stay tonight for advice on touch ups."

I tapped out the cigarette and stared at her, "And that's all? Nothing else you'd like to do with me tonight?" I began undoing my black silk robe, slowly pulling it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor revealing nothing but a bralette, panties and heels underneath.

I watched her as she stared and studied my body, soaking in every detail. She must've been mentally listing off all of the sexy ideas she wanted to test on me that night.

"You say that as if I'd have any time for that, I have to finish drafting my composition in 2 days unless they threaten to cut my part," She scowled while peering through the camera.

"Just tell them your art cannot be rushed, Darling. Now how would you like me to pose?"

I've been modeling for Campbell for around a year. We'd met when she'd moved to Seattle around 3 years ago, with some reasons about needing freedom,

needing change, soul-searching, leaving her unaccepting family and their Catholic expectations behind and some other drama.

We volunteered and mentored at the same queer youth programs held at the local high schools and at one point she mentioned her love for Photography, I was intrigued and I asked her for coffee so I could listen to more about the topic but secretly I just adored the sound of her voice and wanted an excuse to see her more often.

She told me it started when she realized she wanted to capture the most true and naked parts of people, she wanted to show the naked soul in a person from a photograph that the technique and expression of a painter often accidentally hides or misconstrues.

She has this talent that can always find raw beauty in the most insignificant or ugly places, she believes there is always something good in even the most malicious evil.

And when we first made love together, during a late-night and alcohol induced, experimental, photoshoot, I had felt seen. I was art being created by the artist. For the first time in my life, I felt like more than a person. I felt like love. I felt like the stars were in my reach. I felt like the universe was just as small as me. And since then, I've been following Campbell as her muse, her inspiration to master the art of creation, I enjoy being her artwork.

After a few snaps and shots and positions later she told me, "Okay, I think we're ready to get some close-ups now."

I stood up from the stool and looked up at her, awaiting her instructions. She scooted the camera a little bit closer and adjusted some knobs with her right hand, turning another with her left. When she did this she furrowed her brow and pursed her lip, I loved watching her when she worked, she looked so sexy when she was concentrating and handling a camera.

"Okay, now listen carefully. Be a good girl for me and stick it out as far as you can."

"Like this?"

"Mm, try to show it off even more."

"Is this better?"

"Yeah babe that's perfect, I can see absolutely everything."

I held out my left arm as she photographed the collection of scars that scattered up and down along it. She moved the camera often, trying to find the perfect angle to reflect the natural light off of the shiny slivers.

The camera whirred and hissed angrily with every click as she continued snapping pictures.

"I think we can move on to the other limbs now, how about you sit down and we can get your right thigh?"

I sat back down on the stool with my knees apart and straightened up my back.

"No no no, cross your legs. Your skin pushed together makes them pop a little more," She demanded, and so I complied and threw my right knee over my left, being sure to press my thighs flat on top of each other.

When she found my positioning satisfactory she began snapping away again, moving the camera plenty of times to ensure the most perfect light possible in the photo.

"I think the few I got are okay, I think that's all I'll need today," She said, beginning to remove the camera from the stand.

I pouted my lips and squeezed my breasts tight together with my elbows, "What about getting a few of my chest too? Doesn't this make them pop more?" She stepped towards me as I looked up at her and batted my eyelashes, as she approached she reached a hand out to my breast and let her fingers graze over the scars.

Dragging her fingertips down my breast she scooped it from the bottom and bounced it up and down watching it shake. She squeezed the whole breast in her hand, "Well these are very perfect but I'm not sure that's exactly what we're looking for in this month's project."

She pulled her hand away and placed it on the side of my neck, gliding her fingers along my jaw then holding my chin up. Looking into my eyes she whispered, "But I'll still use them, don't fret Angel."

I felt myself blush and my lips grew into a wide smile as she leaned in toward me for a kiss, her vacant hand gently slipped underneath the top of my bralette and slowly massaged back and forth easing deeper until she gripped my entire breast. Her kisses were delicate and playful, her perfect lips were my most favorite part of her body.

She started bouncing my breast while it was still in her tight grip, and gently pulling and pushing it in circles. Her hands were my second favorite, she had painters hands that practiced perfect precision which meant that she was very good at rubbing my clit and making me cum fast.

While she was squeezing my breast she spread her fingers and let my nipples poke through the gaps, and started rubbing and teasing my nipple which made my breath hot and muffled, desperate whimpers started to fall out of my mouth.

Pulling her hand from my face, she yanked up my bralette exposing both of my breasts to the chill air. As my nipples started shrinking she broke from our kiss and started kneeling down, her face just in front of my chest.

"Fuck, I really meant it when I said earlier that these are really. fucking. perfect."

She kissed each breast when pronouncing each word. I let out some high pitched moans as she started to worship my breasts, she took both of them each in one hand while kissing all along up and down the inner cleavage, pausing every few kisses to leave dark, small hickies.

I pushed her hair out of her face and swept it behind her ears, resting my hands on the back of her neck.

Once she'd left a handful on either breast and they were dark enough to her liking, she very lightly dragged the tip of her tongue all over these spots she'd just made, just barely leaving a trail of drool on my skin.

And her tongue was my third favorite part about her, there was something so sensual about being licked by her. She could lick me anywhere and I'd be grateful. I watched her as she continued licking my breasts in up and down motions, I watched as when she stretched open her mouth, her canine teeth just barely poked against my skin, and without thinking I blurted out, "God, just fucking bite me."

She perked up and stared into my eyes, then smiled a big grin..

Another thing I loved about Campbell was how she wanted to make a difference in the world, she knew she wanted to use her love of capturing the good in evil to help others feel comfortable in their own skin.

Some friend of hers was an editor in a Queer magazine from a state away and they mentioned that the studio could use some more photographers and models for their future variety projects, so she asked me if I could do a mock up shoot with her to have some extra portfolio material to send to the zine, I thought it'd be fun so I agreed, we shot it, sent it and they adored her and chose her for their upcoming project.

It's going to be a featured special in the upcoming monthly release, a collaboration of Lesbian personally written poems and stories about their connection with the body and mind. We all have different stories and our bodies reflect and tell those beautiful stories, so the magazine decided to come up with something to honor them. An intimate and special showcase, with up to 13 different excerpts from different women, including one from Campbell.

She told me she chose me to model for her because she thought my body had the most story to tell compared to other models, that it was just begging to be photographed and have its story told. I had cuts and droopy breasts and extra weight that made me feel insignificant in a world of Barbie Supermodels, but she told me she didn't care, and that those plastic girls were common. And so I believed her, and let her make a model out of a scarred up, insecure femme.

The next few minutes consisted of me loudly squealing and yelping, not because my girlfriend/boss/??? was eating me alive, but because she was eating me and it felt amazing. She did it with such concentration, that sexy face and that furrowed brow was even sexier when I'm the thing she's concentrating on.

Watching her glistening, sharp teeth sink into my soft pillowy breasts turned me on an extraordinary amount. I felt like her chew toy with her pulling and gnawing on my breast, but I kind of loved it and it didn't hurt one bit the way she did it. She would leave her bite marks as light or as deep she wanted, then follow them all with soft kisses, perfectly mixing pain and pleasure. She was amazing at taking me to my furthest limits, and making sure I had fun along the way.

When my breasts got too sensitive from the biting she would touch up any hickies that she felt were too small. And finally after she had been satisfied with her third round of placing marks and bites and my breasts had become completely swollen and covered in red-purple bruises, she took a moment to pull back and breathe.

She glanced down at her watch then looked back up at me, "It looks like it's nearly 10:30, would you like to get a coffee before we have to get started on work?"

It took me a minute to catch my breath and comprehend what she was asking clearly, I was just enjoying myself so much, still desperately horny and it throbbed and ached for her touch between my legs.

"Um, yeah of course, that's a good idea."

Ch. 2. Campbell's Polaroid

By early nightfall we were finally able to finish arranging a draft layout we were satisfied with, it took all day for Campbell to prepare everything and make sure every detail is in her approval. But the job was quite easy for me, most days after shoots I just get to sit there and smile while Campbell holds up seperate pictures in either hands and asks "This one? or That one?"

But while she's busy comparing fonts against shapes, cutting and pasting, or switching between grayscale and sepia tone I get to massage her shoulders and give her kind kisses and whisper to her how brilliant she is and how incredible her work is which is why it's so amazing to work with Campbell. Getting to distract her from her work was always my favorite part, she was always so tense in the back and she drank more coffee than she drank water. I think she'd work herself to death if she could hold a stable job.

After we'd set up everything to be delivered to the editor come the morning, we went downstairs to the apartment level of Campbell's place, her attic currently acted as a makeshift studio until we could afford to rent a professional one. When we got to the bottom of the stairs Campbell immediately pulled me in for a deep kiss, now that she wasn't busy with work she didn't have to shake me off whenever I distracted her.

She gripped me by my waist and held me in place, by the way her lips roughly mashed against mine I could tell she was exhausted and needed me to give her some energy. Her hands traveled along my back, she pulled me towards her chest for a warm embrace but swiftly her hands reached down to my ass grasping and squeezing it.

I loved it when she touched me, when she groped and massaged me it always felt like she was saying, "I got you, don't worry Darling you're in my hands now," no matter how roughly and tightly she squeezed I always adored her touch. She raised her right hand up, running her fingertips over my spine while she did, then scooped her hands into a fistful of hair.

Pulling my head back she whispered, "Hey, I need you to slip this off for me," While pinching the fabric of my robe.

I looked up at her and put on the cutest smile I could muster, "But Cam, Baby, I need to shower and I should probably get dressed... you still need to eat something too," I pleased. She gently yanked my head to the side so she could kiss on my neck causing a moan to escape my lips.

Her hot breath there turned me on so much, after sloppily kissing it and leaving light little bite marks on my neck she started begging, "But those things can wait a minute, it's fine. There's something I need," She started tugging at the belt of the robe.

She was so adorable when she wanted something, "Alright then, Darling," When I said this she started sucking on the front of my neck right where I liked it. As I started to moan a little louder from this she tightened her grip on my ass and hair and turned my body, then pressed my back up against the wall.

I began undoing my belt and she suddenly pulled away, "Oh, I'll be right back Angel," She whispered before running off towards her bedroom. I had a guess of what she was going to bring, probably a toy or some other torture device to use on me.

I slipped the robe off my shoulders and tossed it to the floor, after a minute Campbell had returned with her polaroid instant camera, we only used this for her personal "special" projects.

As she approached me she eyed me up and down, observing her artwork, "I think I did a good job today don't you agree?" Staring directly at the mess of red and purple marks and dents on my breasts. She must've been especially proud of herself, I typically don't let her mark me up to hide it from anyone who might see, but when she does she loves to go all out and leave long-lasting marks as a reminder to me who owns me.

"Well, I did quite enjoy it," I straightened my posture as she turned the camera on.

"Really, you did? Yeah, I think I heard from someone that you really liked it, it sounded something kind of like 'Oh Campbell, Angel, Baby please don't ever, ever stop!'" She teased with a wide grin on her face, using her thumb to adjust to the correct lighting setting.

"Wow, very funny Cam. That's not really what I sound like when I yell your name, right?"

"I don't know, but whenever you yell my name you're enjoying it."

She raised the camera in front of her eye.

"What about when I'm cross with you? I yell your name then too."

"I think you still enjoy it, there's something loving about the passion of anger, especially when that anger's expressed by tossed shoes and plates and pictures as you do."

"That sounds very arrogant to say, doesn't it? Don't I deserve to be angry without it being focused on you?"

"Well, you, my dear, are the bride of arrogance."

When she was satisfied with the amount of pictures taken she turned the camera off and glanced over at the developing polaroids on the table, setting the camera down. I stepped closer to her and clung onto her arm, pressing my breasts into her elbow.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna get dressed, unless you wanted to take some more pictures?"

She turned her attention to me, "Yeah that's fine, I'll find something for you."

In just my panties she guided me into her bedroom and dressed me in her cozy hoodie and spandex shorts that cinched my thick thighs, much to her pleasure, while she threw the clothes I arrived in into the wash.

I loved wearing her clothes, and she loved sharing them and would always praise me and tell me how delicious I looked in them. I loved how safe she made me feel.

We decided to end the night by baking a frozen lasagna and cuddling together on the couch in front of the TV with some %5 seltzers, it was nice to finally kick back and relax with her after a long day of work. She wrapped an arm around me and I made myself more comfortable, snuggling up to her and locking my legs in between hers.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes while she searched for our show, I listened closely to her heartbeat for a few seconds, it sounded beautiful. When she found it she set the remote down and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me tight on top of her body and then started braiding my hair, tying the ends with hairties she kept on her wrist. I always felt so peaceful whenever I was cuddling with Campbell, I just adored listening to the sound of her heartbeat. She was so beautiful.

When I felt her finish with my hair I opened my eyes and glanced up at her, now her eyes were focused on the tv, so I let my eyes fall shut. As I kept concentrating on her heartbeat and I fell so relaxed I nearly started to drift to sleep, but after just a couple minutes of pretending to be interested in the TV Campbell decided she was bored and wanted to play with me.

"Baby... " She whispered, snapping me out of my relaxed trance, her hands raising to pet my head.

"Hm, Campbell your hands are so cold," I whined, but complaining about this just gave her the idea to start groping my ass and inner thighs, which made me yelp as the cold feeling was uncomfortable and sharp but I didn't resist it because I needed her to touch me there, she'd only touched it once today and I wanted more.

"Are they still too cold for you, baby?" Her voice became a deep growl, I loved it when she asked me questions, it felt so embarrassing telling her how I thought what she was doing.

"Erm, no, they're okay," I responded.

Her hand disappeared away from my thighs and I felt her fingers tighten around my neck, she leaned in close to my ear.