I lied to them that I was perfectly fine.
I don’t think I was really traumatised, after all like I said he’d barely touched me. But I couldn’t help but feel... violated, intruded upon.
I had started to make new friends at uni, some of them guys, and whilst I got along with them really well, I found I was now much less willing to be touched by anyone who wasn’t Valerie or Beth. Even simple interactions like shaking someone’s hand felt... I don’t know... wrong.
Being the one of my two girlfriends who lived with me, Valerie could tell something was wrong, which I think is why she kept asking me so much if I was ok. Being the great partner that she is though, I think she realised she wouldn’t get anywhere with my stubborn little arse by just talking.
So she took me to the NGV (National Gallery of Victoria, it’s a real place, look it up haha). Knowing she could appeal to my artistic side. In particular though she seemed determined to take me to a particular exhibition that photos of nude women, the exhibition was called “The Beauty and Mystery of the Female Form.â€
The exhibition was by some German photographer I’d vaguely heard of before... Otto something-or-other... but his work was beautiful not just due to the gorgeous girls he chose to model for him, but the way he portrayed them. It wasn’t porn for people to wank to, it was appreciation of the models’ natural beauty.
I babbled away the whole time to Val about just what I was thinking. I went on about art the same way she did about things like Star Trek and Lord of the Rings!
“And this one!†See how her breasts and bottom are purposely kept in shadow, while the rest of her body, particularly the face are highlighted? It’s like he’s telling us there’s more to this woman than her more “desirable†parts but he conveys that throu-“.
I turned back to Valerie, who was just standing there smiling smugly with her arms crossed.
“What?†I smiled.
“Nothing, it’s just so great to see you this happy about something.†She walked up to me.
“Well I just-“ I brushed my hair over my ears, blushing awkwardly like a school girl. “You know, it’s really good art hahaha!â€
She wrapped me up in her arms and kissed me, I kissed her back, so warmly, right in front of a bunch of naked women in photos who almost seemed to be watching us go at it...
“Soo... I know it’s not the point here. But between you being all cute as hell about art, and looking at all these naked chicks...†She began, biting her lower lip suggestively.
“What are you trying to tell me honey buns?†I grabbed her butt, not caring if anyone else saw us.
“I think you and I should head home... maybe make some art of our own.†She giggled.
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Turns out, that when Val said she wanted to make art with me... she meant it literally.
And I was so here for it
I assumed we’d each go to our rooms and get dressed for a bondage session, but she surprised me by following me into my bedroom and slowly letting her denim jacket slip off her arms. So direct, and I like it
“Mmm look at you, just can’t wait for me can you?†I smiled seductively and kneeled on my bed, wrists together, pouting and trying to be cute in my red loose-fitting print singlet and pale-blue skinny jeans.
“Ooh mistress, I’ve been such a bad girl... are you going to punish me?†I batted my eyelashes at her and she tossed her jacket across my room.
“Mmm... I don’t know... I’ve been pretty bad myself...†she winked at me. I crawled to the edge of the bed and lay on my back, my hair hanging off the edge of the bed as I looked upside down at my curvy emerald-eyed beauty. She got on her knees and brushed some hair from my face, gently and sweetly pressing her lips to mine.
“You know, I have an idea I think you’ll like baby...†she gently stroked my cheek with her finger.
“Oh?†I moaned, curious but also entranced at her touch.
She leaned in close and whispered in my ear.
“I’ve seen the pictures you’ve drawn of me... how’d you like to draw me from life?â€
I almost headbutted her when I lifted my head in surprise, turning around to face her straight-up.
“Seriously?†I asked, beaming with excitement.
“Yeah babe, seriously!†She smiled. “I can tell you’ve wanted to do it for a while haha!â€
And so, Val gathered a few coils of rope and one of my scarves from my wardrobe, while I collected a few sheets of paper, my portable drawing board, and for a drawing like this, I decided I would use pastels, with a red and green coloured pencil each for when I inevitably wanted to colour in her most beautiful features.
“So where works best for you?†She asked, smiling in eager anticipation.
Scanning our apartment, I started to envision Valerie in all sorts of different poses, in all sorts of shades and colours depending on the light. It may not seem like a big deal, but working with pastels, shading is a big part of the process of making a bunch of lines really look like a human body, and if there’s one human body I wanted to do justice, it was Vals. At the same time though, I wanted her to be comfortable because she would have to hold a pose for a decent amount of time...
I decided that she should sit at our little dining table, she could sit on one of the chairs while I sat on the couch which was almost directly underneath the living room lightglobe, that way I could view her better from the source of the light and all her features would be unconcealed by shadows.
After briefly discussing poses and ties, Valerie stood up and to my delight, did a slow little striptease for me on the couch... swayed her hips at me hypnotically as she hooked her thumbs down the sides of her bright-green lace panties along with her white miniskirt. I admired her curvy, womanly legs so eagerly, almost licking my lips as she turned slowly around, gently running her fingers over her butt cheeks and massaging her own thighs.
She walked up slowly and gracefully draped herself onto my lap and along my body. She grabbed my left hand and placed it onto her left breast. I nudged and caressed her soft cheeks with my face, kissing her affectionately.
“You’re so beautiful, Val...†I whispered.
“You’re beautifuller Emma.†She smiled.
“Heeheehee! That’s not a word you dag.†I giggled at her unapologetic dorkiness.
“It is noohoowww...†she declared in a sing-songy tone and laughed, before turning her head and placing her hand on the back of my head to pull me in for a nice long kiss. We then stared at each other longingly, breathing heavily with desire.
“Take my top off baby.†She told me.
I didn’t even hesitate, feeling my fingertips against her bare skin as I hooked my fingers under the rim of her pink t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over her absolutely breathtaking tits, which flopped out into full view like a pair of tasty snacks I could nibble away at for hours.
“I’m not gonna be in the mood to draw you if you keep making me do this..†I muttered naughtily in her ear.
“Is that a complaint?†She sniggered, still holding my hands against her boobs as I squeezed.
“Far from it honey.†I pecked her on the cheek, fiddling with her sensitive nipples.
“But you should get up so I can put some rope around those pretty titties...â€
We both stood up, and I unfurled the first coil of black silk bondage rope. Creating a kink in the centre of the rope, I looped the rest of the coil through itself as I placed it tightly around Val’s crossed wrists, I then began to wind the rope around her wrists in an ‘X’ style figure-eight loop, before pulling the last foot or so of the coil over and under the rest of the bond and tying a tight double knot to secure it all together.
“Give that a wriggle.†I told her, and she shimmied and shook her wrists, twisting the rope as much as she could, which turns out, wasn’t much
“Ughh... I’m not really trying, if you weren’t drawing me I’d totally be able to get out of this.†Already her defiant, bratty sub nature was showing.
I gave her a gentle smack on the butt, not wanting to mark her until I’d drawn her beautiful body. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that you little minx.â€
As I turned around to grab more rope, I felt her reach out with her hands and grab my butt.
Without seeing who was doing it, even though I knew it was Valerie, my mind instantly recalled how uncomfortable I’d been at that bar, and I kind of jumped. “Huhh..†I gasped in shock.
She whipped her head around. “Em?â€
I gathered myself, not facing her as I closed my eyes, I was fine. I then turned to face her, smiling and laughing to ease her mind. “Just surprised me hun haha!â€
“...okay...†she didn’t seem very convinced but for now she let it go.
I took a deep breath, calming myself down, before I grabbed another coil of rope and started to loop it around the space just below Val’s elbows, pulling them together as much as I could, but wanting to leave it a little bit loose so she wouldn’t be too uncomfortable with a slight amount of wiggle room.
I then got the longest length of rope in the pile and started winding it around my beauty’s arms and exquisite chest
Taking the blue silk scarf she’d brought of my room, I draped it over her rope-entwined chest and slowly pulled it back over her shoulders the silk gently running along her bare skin. She giggled and moaned softly, closing her eyes and tearing her head back with pleasure.
“Mmm... fuck that feels nice...†she gasped.
She was being much less resistant than usual, part of me liked that but I also loved Val’s normal brattiness.
“I love hearing you moan honey...†I kissed her neck, making her moan even more.
“Ohhh...†she groaned with pure pleasure. “Mmm god Emma I lommmmph...â€
Her words were suddenly muffled as I pried the scarf in between her pretty white teeth.
“Shhhh... I know you do sweetheart.†I gently cleared the hair from over her eye. “You ready to be my muse?†I smiled.
“Mmm-hmm.†She nodded softly.
I planted a little kiss on her head, then sat over on the couch and set myself up... pastels and pencils and backup paper next to me on the coffee table, my drawing board on my lap as I crossed my legs and started to direct Val into a bunch of different poses...
But, yeah I don’t know, she looked beautiful whatever pose she took, but something was missing...
Or rather, someone. She needed a captor to complete her damsel-in-distress look.
“Ooh, hang on hun I’ve got an idea!â€
Whipping out my phone from the pocket of my jeans, I went to my contacts...
And called Bethany.
“Hey cutie!†She answered.
“Hey beauty!†I replied and we both laughed. That was apparently our new favourite way to answer the phone for each other.
“What’s up? I’m just leaving work.†She asked.
“Well...†I turned to Val and smiled cheekily, and I saw her doing the same through her cleave gag.
“How would you like to be in one of my drawings?â€
TO BE CONTINUED