The Artist and the Muse (part 3, standalone session of a longer story)

The sun seemed to have stuck on a perpetual dusk. The air was thick and golden at the cliffside villa of your favourite artist you had started to work on, and work with half a year ago. The Memoirs of a Rebel you had typed up were all but finished, only some final i's to dot and t's to cross. You had come as summoned to get the last little info you might need. The many sessions you had had almost always ended up with you moaning in pleasure, and Mr. Laurent taking his pleasure in both watching and listening to your overflowing ecstasy, and finally himself cumming inside you, in your mouth or on your body. This time was not going to be different, you knew, as you felt weightless in mid air with your legs spread apart, pussy dripping down your thigh.

Probably the best thing about Mr. Laurent for you was that he never failed to surprise you. Anytime you thought you had him figured out there was a new discovery to be made. And he seemed to enjoy your body the same way – always finding a new button to press, chasing after a word that would trigger a reaction he wanted to have, a new peak or pleasure to conquer. He had taken on your satisfaction as an explorer and he was thorough to say the least. Sometimes you were almost too nervous to return to him, as you knew what was coming, but then again you were always unprepared when it came. All in all you did feel safe with him, and felt you could surrender to him and let him take full control.

Today, once again you had come prepared. The hair made up, makeup to impress, the clothing... easy to take off. You had noticed Mr. Laurent had a thing for thigh-high stockings and garter belts, and by now you knew to put the panties over the garters. A matching set and a bra with a very generous view under a button up shirt and a neat skirt going well past your knees. Looking at yourself in a mirror you had smiled and felt sexy, like hiding a secret of something so beautiful underneath what felt like a uniform. 

Walking the steps in the cool wintery air of the Mediterranean Sea had your skin in goosebumps, but you couldn't tell whether it was because of the chill or sheed expectation of what was to come. The villa, bordering a mansion, had become quite familiar to you, but you didn't even dare to imagine you would know what to find behind those heavy oak doors this time. You had learned not to expect.

The door was ajar, and you decided to slip in silently. In your tiny ballerina shoes you felt sneaky, but closing the door gave your stealthy approach away as it clicked shut with an echoing clang of a dungeon door being locked. Soon you realized you had walked into a trap and even without the mistake of the door announcing you Mr. Laurent would have known of your presence. 

"Don't turn around, darling. I have a special treat for you." His voice came from behind you and you shuddered. He was close and had been expecting you. You felt a tingle of excitement tease your nipples and your body tensed up a level at his words. "I'll be taking control for now. Keep your hands by your sides and open your mouth." Leaving your hands unnervingly idle you muttered "Yes Sir.", and opened your mouth. A leather gag entered your open mouth and a strap was pulled snugly over your hair.

"There you go, darling. You don't have to speak now. I'll call you Kitten, and I'll take good care of you. Scratch you the right way. Make my little pussy purr." Mr. Laurent's hands slid down your sides and felt your body with seasoned precision. His hands had been all over you so many times and knew every nook and cranny. He pressed his body against your back and with his other hand turned your head to the side, kissing your neck and ear. With his hot tongue in your ear he whispered: "Today I'll make you fly."

Soon you found yourself stripped naked, starting from the shirt and bra, the skirt quickly peeled off. Every inch he revealed he kissed with hot lips and all the while he stayed hidden behind you, with only his hands coming to your view. As the bra came off his hands cupped your tits and he squeezed your nipples, leaving them clamped in his grip until a moan tried to escape your gagged mouth. With that he seemed content to kneel behind you, kissing down your back and ass, pulling down your already soaked panties. You sensed how he hesitated before finally pulling down the garterbelt and unwrapping your thighs from the nylon, but he wanted you completely naked for whatever he had in mind.

Almost all of your attention had gone to feeling his touch on your body, his hands, lips and tongue, and for the most part your eyes had been closed to focus on other senses, but you had noticed the change in the room. While taking little peeks of the new setting the white futon mat piqued your interest the most. On the futon lay multiple lengths of beige rope and a set of metal rings of various sizes were assorted on white towel. Classic shibari mixed with more modern bondage came to your mind, but most of your attention was on the hands moving up and down your body.

As Mr. Laurent had you fully stripped he stood up behind you. He unbuckled the strap of the gag and your mouth dripping of saliva relaxed with the leather ball gone. Pulling your head to the side he whispered to your ear once more: "I will let you choose: on a scale of 1 to 10 how submissive do you want to be today?" A choice? It was very much like him, you had come to learn, to give you a choice at the start. He always remained true to his word, but so far you had only gone as high as 8. With aching nipples and gushing pussy it didn't take more than a second as the number you had dreamed of escaped your lips. "Ten...!"

As if a magic word had been said his finger flew up your hair and pulled your head back with irresistible strength, pushing his lips to your ear, whispering: "Ten? Are you sure, Kitten?" Without hesitation you gushed: "Ten!" The magic word. His other hand came down hard on your ass cheek, the slap sending a sweet wave of pain up your spine and tickling your clit and nipples as it rolled all over your body. "Kitten doesn't want to purr, but roar? Ten she says? Very well."

He let go of your hair, taking a step to your side, and with a surprising speed his arms went behind your knees and back, and he swooped you up in his lap. Reflexively you yelped, both in shock and delight as you were being carried like a little kitten in his strong arms towards the futon and the ropes. For a submission play of 'ten' he put you down terribly softly. Being dominant didn't mean anything vicious for him, no harm would come to you, but now he simply knew the scale of desire you had for rough play today. The magic word let the artist in him not hold back in pleasuring you to the best of his ability.

"I could gag you, but I want you to be able to tell me if I get too tight. But your eyes are too eager." He kneeled down and slipped a luxuriously soft and blinding blindfold over your eyes. A very comfortable submission of the highest degree, you thought, as you laid down on the firm futon bed. "Only speak to tell me if I go too tight with the ropes. Do you understand, Kitten?" "Yes Sir!" It felt so good to call him Sir that it came out like a soft purr.

The music came on. A deep rhythm, hypnoticly slow and repetitive pulse surrounded you, setting the background for the soundscape of ropes swishing softly and an occasional clang of the metal rings. Like a giant spider Mr. Laurent wrapped your arms and legs in rope, in intricate patterns that seemed to have rings embedded in the weave. You felt the soft but firm rope snake around your wrists, around your elbows, your ankles and thighs. With great care and without ever tightening the rope too snug he worked each of your limbs in turn, like creating a rope sculpture. Somehow you felt more and more naked as more and more rope covered your skin.

As he was done with your arms and legs he pulled you up in a sitting pose. We then pulled the rope between your breast, over your back, back to the front again, once again weaving the rope with metal ring inlays. The metal rings were never cold touching your skin. Maybe the towel was heated to keep the rings warm. The hypnotic music and the constant shifting of Mr. Laurents hands and rope on your body seemed to push you in a deep trance. Your thoughts started to focus on Mr. Laurent's touch, longing for it anytime his hands left to find more rope or rings even for a second. The rope tightened around your breast, creating the most revealing bra you had ever put on.

Next he had you kneel with your legs apart. He continued to pull the rope around your thighs. His hands were so close to your pussy that you almost couldn't keep yourself together. Maybe, if you moved your hips up or to the side just a little, his hand would brush over your pussy lips? Maybe he would feel how wet you were and he would grant you his fingers? But no, you didn't dare to try. And as you were fighting the urge he was done with your thighs and... pulled the rope right by your pussy, careful not to even graze it! You felt your body tense, your clit swelling at the anticipation as the rope slipped on the other side of your pussy, neatly snaking up to your waist, not giving you any little hint of contact. You felt how the wet area between your legs was growing, dripping down your thighs as you were kneeling legs apart. "He must have noticed", you thought to yourself. And you were right.

With the hope of having your pussy touched leaving you Mr. Laurent came standing behind you and wrapped a rope around your neck. This was a different kind of rope, much softer and it went around a metal ring, not letting the rope pull tighter around your neck. Yet, the rope was snug enough for a collar for his little pet, you thought, sinking into a level two deeper into your submission.

You heard Mr. Laurent slowly walk around you, seemingly checking if he was pleased with his work. You tried to put up a little pose as he did, and you let your hands touch the floor and slowly creep down, letting your head and shoulder down, close to the futon. As your head was almost to the ground and your ass pushing up with your legs apart, you were hoping – no! – craving to be touched again by him, all bound up and on a leash, to please your master. 

Now with your pussy spread for display, ass up and head down you had little else to do to tempt him. You swayed your hips slowly from one side to the other. And then you felt it. A collection of leather straps moving lazily up your back, over your butt. "My my my... My little Kitten is getting anxious." A **whack** of a flogger came down to your ass cheek! You had only at the very last moment realized what the brushing on your back might have been and just as the understanding hit you, so did the pain... The sweet pain, that was so much better than not being touched at all. The hot sensation was so close to pure pleasure that your brain didn't even try to assort it and a moan of shocked pleasure came out of your mouth in a little shout. It had been only a whack of a moderate power, but the hot sting lingered on your ass cheek. **Whack**, came another strike of the flogger, on the other ass cheek to balance the scales, and you gasped in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"Hmm... I think the Kitten quite likes it. Do you want more, little Kitten?" You didn't hesitate to answer your master: "Yes!" **Whack!** "Yes what?" Uuhhh... that one was a sharper one and the pain was more prominent, only turning into pleasure as the initial overload of the sense faded, warming not only the ass cheek, but dipping between the legs. "Yes Sir!" You were such a good girl. **Whack!** "Good girl."

The hot pain dived straight between your legs and your pussy felt like the smallest gust of air would make you cum. Any little touch, a little finger pushed inside you would be greeted with a creamy orgasm. 

Mr. Laurent walked a lap around you, looking at the beauty before him. He was a pleaser at heart, fighting his own battle of not giving in and finishing you off then and there, but to ask for a 'ten' had to be respected. So he was bound by your wish to keep playing the game.

The flogger brushed up your back once again. Mr. Laurent let it slide to your sides, and the heavy leather straps tickled you deliciously. Finally, (*finally*, you thought) the flogger went up your ass and he let the straps fall down to rest against your pussy. Fuck, how good it felt to have something – anything touch your pussy. And then, with a teasing flick of a wrist Mr. Laurent sent the flogger straps up and let them softly hit your pussy lips. A little *whack*... a little pain... a lot of pleasure. *Whack*. Another surge of pleasure... *Whack, whack, whack, whack...* He let the flogger slap against your pussy and clit over and over and over again, the flogger getting wet from your juices, your moans getting louder.

It was twenty percent pain, and eighty of pleasure and at the twenty fifth little *whack* you let out a groan of ecstasy as you orgasmed deeply, your whole body shaking in waves of pleasure...

Your face pressed to the futon you let your body fall to the side and you closed your legs to seal the pleasure in as the waves of the orgasm rippled and finally settled down in your body. Mr. Laurent was walking around you again, not that you paid any attention to him right now... He was done with the first part of the session, and was eager to start with the next. Thus, he put down the flogger, picked up a sturdy remote control and some loops of rope he had prepared. 

As you were slowly finding your breath and recovering from the intense orgasm, stretching in idle speeds like a cat waking from a nap, a new sound hit your ears over the deep hypnotic music. The whirring sound of an electric motor of some kind. You heard and felt Mr. Laurent walking over to you. "A good little Kitten. Get on your knees, darling." A good girl does what is asked of her, and as soon as you got on your knees Mr. Laurent gently took off the blindfold. 

At first even the dim light seemed blinding, but soon your eyes adjusted and you could see Mr. Laurent for the first time today. He was dressed in a fit black suit, his gentle face looking down at you with a half smile, admiring your afterglow. Very unlike him to be dressed up so, and the contrast of you being bound in ropes and him looking all business like somehow made you feel the submission truly starting to hit the double digits.

He was holding a remote control of some kind and he pressed a button. He looked up and as your eyes followed his, you saw a cable coming down from the ceiling. "I told you I'd make you fly, didn't I?" 

He stepped behind you and took a rope to your left arm. Thus far all the rope you had on you, a considerable amount as it was, didn't hold you in place in any way. But with a quick tug and pull of the rope you noticed your wrist came locked up to your bicep, your fingers just above your chest. While you were still surprised by your left hand being bound like this, he did the same to your right hand and like a magic trick both of your arms were tightly bound. With the rope collar around your neck you felt like the perfect little fuck toy. You gave Mr. Laurent a pouty compliant look and bit your lip to drive in the message: take me... fuck me... use me... To your delight he seemed a little flustered for a second, before he gathered himself. "On your back, Kitten. It's time to fly."

Laying on your back you felt very aware of your pussy being on display and the ease Mr. Laurent would have to do anything with you, but he held his nerves and with a similar trick had your ankles pulled to your thighs and spread open in no time. You looked on as he let the thick bar come down from the ceiling. He hoisted a bunch of rope over the bar that had deep grooves to guide the ropes, and like a sailor pulled and tugged the ropes through the loops in your bindings. You felt like a masterwork of rope play, a showpiece of shibari, and as he pressed the button and you rose up in the air – like the sexiest motherfucking chandelier ever made. 

He hadn't lied. The ropes didn't pull, your weight was well distributed and you felt like you floated. Legs spread open, hands locked to your sides, pussy dripping at the height of his waist. He looked at you with hunger in his eyes. "What's up... just hanging around..." you thought to yourself and fought suppressed a grin to a half smile.

Mr. Laurent started to undress. With the hypnotic deep beat playing in the background it felt like a private striptease show. He took his time, swaying to the music, and all the skin that started to show had you heat up again. You felt your ass cheeks burn up where the flogger had struck and then you knew that tomorrow you would get little flashes of the night before as you would sit down and feel a little sore. That's when his cock came out, standing tall and hard, and it made your mouth water.

Standing naked in front of you, the artist himself left very little to desire for. A sculpture himself, like the ones he had made here, and probably lifted with the same bar that had you suspended mid-air. The urge to be touched overcame you. "Will you fuck me, Sir? Please?" The pouty look and a bit of the lip had the desired effect once more. You loved the feeling of being so desired, bound to be pleasured and to give pleasure. This man had had you orgasm in such ways for the past six months that you felt like you owed him a debt you would love to pay back a decade or two. Pay back in kind. And still, he would only make the debt worse every chance he would get.

"Such a good girl, aren't you, Kitten. I will have you as I please, don't you worry. Right now I want to taste you. I want to lick up all the sweet nectars you have spilled for me." That did sound so fucking good to you... you knew how Mr. Laurent was with his tongue. But how unfair! "Yes Sir! Please, Sir! But wouldn't you let me taste you just a little first? Please, be so kind, Sir!"

Mr. Laurent looked at you floating in his living room, legs wide, pussy glistening, nipples hard and mouth hungry for cock. "Hmm... You have been a good girl, so I wouldn't let you go without a taste, now would I?" He walked behind you, one arm at a time he first released your wrist and then pulled it behind your back, locking it in place with what seemed like a snap of his fingers. He took the remote and lowered you so that the tips of your toes grazed the floor and came standing in front of you. Arms locked behind your back, legs apart he stood his cock inches from your face. He slowly pulled you in from the bar you were hanging and his cock came close enough for you to kiss the tip. The precum was sweet and plentiful. A beautiful penis, more than a mouthful. 

He pulled more, and you got more. He groaned as you pushed your head forward surprising him and got a good three inches in your mouth. You felt how excited he was, his cock ready to burst in a minute. It was a challenge you took on without hesitation, trying to take control while being so bound up and powerless. You sucked him deeper inside your mouth and pulled your head back, immediately pushing back in. He moaned as you kept pulling him in and licking his shaft as he was inside your mouth. You felt his already hard shaft turn to iron and he pulled the bar even closer and you got more of him in your mouth. Eager to please and hungry to balance the scales you sucked him off, taking him deep, filling your mouth with all of him. your hands bound behind your back, your spread open pussy aching for touch you devoured his cock, moving your mouth over him and turning your tongue against him moving in and out. You felt how he was reaching his climax... You could almost give him a countdown; ten, nine, eight... seven more strokes and you would have him cum in your mouth, all over you, you sexy bound up little fuck toy... "Uuhhh... Fuck!" Mr. Laurent moaned out loud and pushed the bar away. You tried to greedily reach for his cock but you simply couldn't. It just stood there, just out of reach. Pulsing at the brink of cumming, right at the edge.

"Damn you kitty... You almost made me cum before my time!" You give him a playfully pouty look: "Please, Sir, just a little more!" "No, bad Kitten. It is my time to have a taste." With the press of a button you started to raise up. Head level with him, still going up, up and up. The playful tease suddenly came out of you as you felt a little tense, being so high up and tightly bound. You had legs open and your pussy right at the level of Mr. Laurent's face, looking at you like a dessert in a Michelin star restaurant. He noticed you looking a little uneasy dangling up there. "Don't worry, the winch could hold a car and I bound you up good. Sit back and let me have my treat, Kitten."

You did believe him, but this felt quite high nonetheless. *Slap!* With an open palm he slapped your pussy! "Ouch!" The pain was sharp and so was the pleasure that followed. All of the worry about being suspended in two meters vanished as your pussy started to drip hot juices and Mr. Laurent closed his mouth around your pussy and let his tongue push inside you. Sucking and licking you felt how eager he was to devour your pussy. His tongue working between quickly moving over your clit, slipping back inside you, his mouth sucking on all of your pussy and only retreating for a gasp of air. "Fuck... you taste like heaven, darling." You believed his words, so enthusiastic he was, eating you out. You started to feel the orgasm approaching. Here, sitting on his face in mid-air, unable to do anything else than enjoy the ride you let the music take you, let your lover have his way with you, lapping up every last drop in his ambition to please you. You felt the inevitable turn of the tide and the big wave was coming. The countdown started in your head... Ten... nine... Fuck! Four! Three...! He was sucking and licking just the right way, his hands pulling you into his face, his mouth covering all of your pussy and his tongue all over you and inside you. Two! ONE!

The orgasm started and unlike always you couldn't push him away! You felt yourself cumming and gushing your cream and juices as you did, but Mr. Laurent didn't know to stop but kept licking and sucking you! You moaned and tried to pull your legs together, but they were bound. The orgasm felt like too much to take and your pussy felt too sensitive to go on any further! A scream of pleasure, much louder than you hoped to cry out filled the room and finally Mr. Laurent pulled away, quickly easing you down.

His hand went behind your back and suddenly your hands were free to pull him into an embrace against your belly. You breathed heavily as the overflown orgasm faded. Mr. Laurent kissed your arms and wrists, lowering you still, now kissing your breasts... softly sucking on your nipples... caressing your figure... and you felt his hard cock press against you. "I couldn't... I really couldn't... right?" You thought. He kept sucking on your nipple, giving it a little bite with hip lips. You knew that you could... Tongue is one thing, a thick cock is another. You wanted to feel full. "Would you fuck me, Sir?" "Would I ever..."

You were at the perfect level to have him slide inside you. He had licked you clean but his hard cock was glistening with slippery precum as you took it to your hand. You noticed that if you pulled him, your bounds would move you like a swing. You guided his cock to your pussy lips and teased him against your clit. You still felt tender from the previous orgasm, but you wanted him inside you. You wanted him to cum and wanted to feel full of him. He didn't need any more encouragement. He looked you daringly in the eye as his cock slid inside you. Just the right fit. Just the right angle. Fuck, it felt good! 

The swing had you feeling weightless again, just pressing against a cock that disappeared inside you over and over again. Usually you loved to have a vibrator on you as you were being fucked, but now you just wanted to be filled up to the brim. His cock hit all the right places and the music turned into a soundtrack of your slow fuck. He took a hold of your thighs and pulled held you in place, fucking you in an increasing speed. He pushed in deep and you could feel him getting closer. And if possible, so did you. In fact, you felt yourself gushing all over him and with now your joined forces everything was just a slippery mess of a fuck. He started to breath heavily, then moaning in pleasure as he was getting close to cumming. You moaned in unison with him, creating vocals to the sexy soundtrack. You wished he could go a little longer, so you could join him in the final orgasm... "Don't cum yet... I'll join you... Sir..." He looked at you. "Fuck! You said 'ten'?" With that he pulled your hands to his back, letting you set the pace. His hands went to your tits, pinching your nipples. You started to pull him in, and then he pushed away, letting you set the speed. You wanted it fast. He wanted to cum, but he mustered the stamina from who knows where. His other hand came up to your rope collar and he tugged it. It gave you a little choke, enough to surprise your body to a new level – a mix of submission, pain and safe danger... you felt the orgasm coming! "Fuck! Five! Four!" He looked at you, catching immediately what you meant. You pulled him in faster, as fast as you could. His pulled your collar and squeezed your nipple. Oh, the sweet pain. "Three! Two!! FUCK! I'M CUMMING!"

He looked you in the eye, gasping in heat, fucking you hard as you came, and letting go he came too. He pulled you in, his cock fully inside you as he came. The orgasm was long and you felt his cock pulse inside you as your pussy gripped around it in orgasmic contractions. The immense pleasure was shared and both of you moaned and pulled close to one another. Ecstasy.

He pressed the button to lower you down and with you sitting he did his trick to release your legs. You both fell on the futon, exhausted, sweaty and complete, cradling up in a spoons. You both just laid there, catching your breath, softly caressing each other. The sun finally setting outside, as you two melted together in the afterglow of the night you would love to never forget.

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Post script. After the ropes came off, (much faster than they were put on), the night was still young. Enough pleasure on the physical side had been had, but the artist and his muse had plenty to talk about. Only thing that was settled was that it would certainly take at least a couple of more sessions to get all the i's dotted and t's crossed.